There is an inhibition
to re-enter
the latitudes of the bermuda
where I once saw my distraught self
looking at mirror
reflecting the regret in my eyes
as I keep on spinning
the thread and weave
my license for debauchery
because I have failed once again
which I wanted to prove
in a breakthrough,
in repentance
from a life on broken glasses
varnished with my soul's teardrops
because my cage was open
yet I chose to stay.
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