Pursued by a dream,
pursuing dreams.
Ignored by others,
ignoring others.
What you give,
is what you receive.
Winter strawberries.
Experience I'd proudly put on my CV:
“Twenty years of parental bullying.”
Then accused of running away when I couldn't eat at home.
It was a joke.
It still is, happening every single day,
with no one admitting
any fault.
Far beyond the North Sea,
crime still holds sway.
Two women reign
in this doomed kingdom.
While the prime male has vanished
wiped out by disease.
He's better off gone
where his body can't reveal
who's who,
or who’s a serf.
Daily cleaning and cooking,
catering to his ego’s demands,
as he systematically demolishes
the very home he had constructed.
What a waste!
This place is an improvement.
Still, the harsh world intrudes
uncomfortably near.
A crude spectacle,
ignorance steeped in shame.
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Moon Desert
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BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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