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Random Unsorted Drafts / 31 March 2019

Trust me (k)not,

This day,

A noose dangling,

Loosely from a ceiling,

There are shades,

Shadeless shames,

Hanging over me,

timeless clocks ticking,

And roads not yet travelled.

Tray.

Trade.

Traitor.

May.

I kick the bucket,

And the noose tighten,

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About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.