Poem – “Disruption”

Disruption

A biome of stories die untold in my head
I cannot break free of the restraints,
I cannot pull the golden chips from my eyes
Labyrinth of blindness,
Disrupted connections
It is no longer possible to spin a story
I can barely weave together the letters
That form my own name

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