2012

I’m a poor vessel for passionI wane more than most

My soul feels stagnant in this moment

I’ve withdrawn from life’s joust

As I sit surrounded by the ever darkening night

I ponder the shallow depths of my self

Where I’ve been, who I am, how i’ll become

More than that which I’ve been dealt.
My mind won’t quit

It continues it’s dreadful march

Towards the cliffs of uncertainty, doubt, anger, fear

And My self is left unrested, dissipating, parched….

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