#114-Way out


Squeezed,

Crumpled,

Finding it hard,

To see through the fog…

Think of a new season,

Tiny blossoms, and

Life’s joys!

The inner voice whispers,

But it’s drowned out, and

I cannot hear.

– – – – – –

Indistinguishable, empty, crushed.

– – – – – –

Thoughts are hard to change,

But when I can,

With it comes peace of mind,

And sleep,

Through the dark of night…

 

Susanne & Sasan

Picture by Susanne Navid - Words by Sasan Navid

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