It is hot in here
Quiet
still
surreal
My thoughts move
in rogue persuasion
and
I inventory the
years that have
passed
Tonight is that night
I dwell in combat
Me vs my own emotions
and
the contempt for so
much of what we
call
sanity
I know the run of
the river
The dew damp
on the bottoms
of our feet
moist between our
toes
and
laughter
drowning sorrow
2 comments:
accept your emotions as yours and they is what they is and then there is no more combat within.
Laughter drowning sorrow. There's the thing.
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