Stand slow sway

While a wind , well

It seems whistles past …

The mind is shut down

Waffling

Winding through solemn realities

Rerouting these notions

Thoughts, racing ideas

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I feel the heavy sallow

Of eyes weary yet awake

Staring off towards a mental wall

My body relents

Deny thee rest

Journey on

Plod on

Struggle upon defeat

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There is a place I remember

Where sunshine melts my fears

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Last worry

Wreak

Worry

Recall the un-forgiven

Pattern or relent

Eyes awake

Staring ahead wondering

How did the hours fly by

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Again

Again

Breathe a shallow

Moment

Again

Eyes wide

Stoned by the brutal reality

Limbs numbed and alert

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I wonder where the moon begins

To recognize our world exists

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My virtue is, knowing my soul

Relishing the Spirit’s passion.