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Random Unsorted Drafts / 18 February 2020

As I watch a film in the language of old

I realise there is no real hope,

No hope in hell of a sensible recovery,

There is no way in hell I will ever feel anything

For you, and the things you represent,

I scratch the bleeding arms and remain

Silent

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.