#22 Hanna B, Ireland

And with a solemn look
upon my drunken Hamlet’s face
I bury forth the sword of
madness deep within my soul
A wound of such will stay
unseen just like its consequence
For every feeling’s been
a thought beyond parole.

 

Hanna B, Ireland

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