Beyond The Veil

August 18, 2020

Hiding in the middle class,

I made my way through life

Looking like I had it made,

no struggle and no strife

Others couldn’t see it,

as it metastasized inside

A terminal metamorphosis

—hidden from your eyes

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

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