In The Skins

Stuck
in the brink
of self-crisis,

smiles
fade away,
depleted.

My
world is a
slow motion

and
thousand blinks
of these eyes.

I’d
rather be
confined far

where
the monsters
are prisoners

and
love is
not defeated.

2015

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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