Love is a bed draped in thoughts that hold
A moment in place unmoving
Still or frantic shouts of panic
Trying without success to get through,

Guilt is a casket disguised as life
An unbreathable simulacrum
Made necessary because of fear.


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Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-01-13 at 17:13

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