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By David Sloma


Copyright © David Sloma 1996-2011. All rights reserved.


Second Edition. March 2016 version.


Published by Web of Life Solutions.



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For the English teachers who believed in me.


This is this second edition, expanded for 2011. The first edition was published by The Necropolis Press in 1996, by A.D. Westman, editor. Thanks to Don for seeing the early promise in my work and offering to help get my writing out there.


The Labyrinth Of Self

Through the labyrinth of self she goes

Into the confusion of a young soul

Body changing before her gaze

Into a form unknown

By night she stands guardian to herself

Lest by the morning she will be a thing new

Each horrific growth of hormone

Puts her farther from who she was

Propelled into the changes of life

Never asked to be so shattered

Unknown form rising from the body

Image changing daily

The mirror of self reflection

Now become deception

When will this empty head fill

Who will save this shallow soul

Always the same in the morning light

What was once familiar now unknown.


They’re Dropping The Bombs Again

Trying, trying so hard

And dying with each day

I’ve got bones in my mind

And above the jets fly

They’re dropping the bombs again

Where do we go?

Where can we be safe?

Is there