A Day I Begun

I killed the chains that were brithed around me.
I began to throw up my past like an animal with a virus.
I bleed from my unopened wounds a broken solider trapped without a war.
I've begun.

by Dorothea Gift Of God

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An appealing thought provoking poem, I presume the 'case of antique wood' in the room with 'such a peaceful view' is a coffin, I think I prefer to be dust in the wind and avoid this collection. :)
Excellent write, from an, I assume, established poet..
Very descriptive. Intense, sinister, dark. Depth of reality without hope, light, nor vision for change. Well written scene and mentality.
Not able to go. Why these places can leave you depressed.
This appeals to the emotions abandon the perceptions of poetic verse and just read the text, it heightens the senses further if you just read and allow it to be whatever you want it to be.
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