Existence

Erring on the side of madness
I find only there is only sadness
In this world so devoid
Hollowed out and destroyed
My home, my world, my existence
Finding out it is not subsistence
Only a truth if I were free
Of bounds tied around me.
June 18, 2020 - Andy McRae

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Andy McRae

I have been writing poetry for the last 13 years. It all started as an assignment for a creative writing course. I never thought I would like writing, as I am dyslexic and language was always a struggle for me, but I fell in love with the art form in that class.

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