A Cypress Among the Willows

A poem

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It’s always the same thing,
people being selfish
and acting strange.
Life buzzing past me,
a dead fish in a bowl,
a sick rat in a cage.
Driven suicidal by violence
only to be saved by my rage,
begging daily deals of the Devil
to just let me take her place.
I look in the mirror
and see my soul all over my face.
It’s filthy and reeks of misery and pain
on which I fascinate,
reflect on a lifetime of living…

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Freelance Writer, Storyteller, and Poet — Founder of Artistic Autism and Five-Minute Fiction

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Daniel R. Fincher

Daniel R. Fincher

Freelance Writer, Storyteller, and Poet — Founder of Artistic Autism and Five-Minute Fiction

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