Haunted and CondemnedA Poem by RelicA fragmented Life. Reflections on Identity Inside me, there's a haunted house . It retains unwanted anger, regrets, shame; the death of innocence. It's dark and spooky. Cobwebs hold hostile emotions. All that's positive and constructive seems deceased. It projects psychological untruths. Seasons of catastrophizing come and go. Past reflection is hard to look at. It needs to be demolished, burned down and rebuilt. Now! © 2025 RelicAuthor's Note
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