#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.
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Thoughts are hard to change,
But when I can,
With it comes peace of mind,
And sleep,
Through the dark of night…