Winding
'round, the wind
twisting
counter clockwise
blowing
'round the sins
of
a wounded heart
Tilting
over sideways
about
to fall apart
needing
now a sacred space
to
create the art
Feeling
so alone and
ignored,
with a chill
hollow
are the feelings
filling
up with pills
Giving
up on nourishment
when
it's too much work
to
grow a garden with the seeds'
high
cost, as is the dirt
Looking
for a rest that simply
cannot
now be reached
breaking
in the question
can
I just rest my feet
Is
it possible
to
commit necessary
whence
kept from basic needs
how
can there be a query?
Needing
but an icon
to
look down and smile
to
shower love and sunshine
on
my tears so vile
Oh
its nothing but a dream
a
hope above the clouds
of
a childish fairyland
that
shall be covered with a shroud
Pining
out to bury
what
should lie beneath
yearning
now to bury
what
should not be leeched
Standing
on a last breath
waiting
to exhale
praying
to find better air
and
to live tell the tale
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