The Essex Writers' Circle

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So frigid and rigid I wait

For distant yet so close a day

When I find an escape from this maze

That I am lost in for decades

 

I will bloom like a flower

I will conquer the shade

But for now I am nothing

Without colours or shape

 

Sitting in the corner

And inhaling the faith

Surrounded by people

Who can’t see my face

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