Un. Poem by Caleb Andrew Ward

Un.



if i were to search one more night it might just
kill me.
i tire of this hunt and yet i am at it every night.
such an abomination i am holy, wholly,

holy.
stricken with fear, lost in denial
who am i.

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Caleb Andrew Ward

Caleb Andrew Ward

Baltimore, MD
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