Ingrid Kern Poems

Isolation, desolation,
No motives for movement.
Total dilapidation.
A seed -
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My soul has taken flight each night
I spend away from you.
Your soft embrace,
your gentle touch is but a dimming memory.
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How I wanted to fit in!
I needed to be accepted, to please and to win.
It wasn't enough to be just me.
My actions took me on a descending journey to hell
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