Insipid

Poetry 1 Minute

Burrow, settle inside.

Fester, corrupting the soul.

Ugly bitterness.

Published by theacquiescentsoul

I'm just trying to find my place in life. Although I'm 45 and it might seem like it's a tad late to try and figure that all out, I know that I'm not in a place I want to be. So, my life is under a state of evolution and I am not sure how it will change.

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