
I get buried sometimes, inside myself and I scream from the bottom of that well and just hope someone hears. Somedays I am strong enough to scale the walls and make my way out, somedays I fall back and go beneath the water. Still I shout.
.
Lost and shouting out,
buried deep inside myself.
Brush away the dirt.
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Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson (at Balquhidder)
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Published on November 14, 2020 11:31