In madness
stoking the fires of Hell
my father, was, in truth,
unwell.
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superb lines written with gnawing realization of time running out.... helplessness and the decree of years tackled so well...almost scary loved reading it ***
A potent write-the pain shows through. One never knows until we experience it. This is profoundly disturbing
And what is truth? We make our own truth in the end. I am who I say I am. I make myself who I say I am