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Controlled by strings,
Thoughts not my own -
Pushed, pulled. Here, there.
Disturbing things
And darkness sown...
My plight not rare.
The daylight brings
An uptick loan,
But hope not dared.
Gray thoughts swimming,
From where, not known...
Not sure I care.
About the Creator
Krysha Thorp
Welcome to my little corner of Vocal! I've been a copywriter for many years after earning my BA in English and Creative Writing. I'm now back to the fun stuff, enjoing short fiction and poetry. You can find me on Facebook!
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