Tuesday, September 4, 2018


Full of worries and contradictions,
it blasts away any chance of peace.
Thoughts jumbled in cobwebs,
lining halls of utter despair.
Bells ring along curved walls,
warnings to take care.
One hole is filled
as another emerges.
A shovel can’t do the job,
won’t save me from my pride.
Sleep, be my savior,
refresh my state of mind.
Bring hope to this desert landscape,
full of worries and contradictions.

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