Lost in the angers, fears, un-understandables...
The own creative mine of me sleeping,
Stunted and afraid.
But as I flipped through a magazine tonight
With unseeing eyes,
On a page, a rush of words,
Poesy,
Perhaps reminding me some
Way to better balance.
Even a hard rain, though,
Like in this moment, once
Familiar in the way of comfort
Now frightens me.
And what is happening is
Everywhere unimaginable
Now,
I do not know what to do
With this
And so, and
So I will just let it be.
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