Inside by Ivan Guerrero Najera

Inside


Where does one go
To repair the breaking of a soul?

Is it really all just guilt
And lack of self-control?

Maybe just with me
When I trip, I fall
Cuts, scrapes and all

I fear the entropy of loss
And its effect on my integrity

Where does one go
To repair the breaking of a soul?

Inside? Alone?


by Ivan Guerrero Najera

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