the aweful rowing
isolated within the web
cold, bitter day reflects
deeper anguish within
wrestling demons dark
keeps you fast alone
unable to voice the words
the path faint, disappears
rooted within the cave
the rowing now begins.
Trapped. Photography by Daniel Wilson
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