The Frozen Hunter
Now where has time gone
from this tortured soul
speaking on these morning blues
just being me
I don't wanna lose control
in this hideaway
but I fear a funeral has opened it's doors
so when I begin to stand up
I'm emotionally mute
yet true to myself.....
poem by Shai Cherry
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