Tell Me a Story…..

Locked in a room
The walls pull at my soul
The chair’s arms
flail at me
The frail shell
all that is left of
what I am,
under attack

My heart
sitting across from
Love, my love
I don’t forget
I wish I did
But I don’t forget

she proclaims:
You are safe with me
Even locked
Even in that room
Even bloodied
Her smile is my




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I am Noman
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