Deal

Deal with the feelings you have
I can’t
Deal with the feelings you know
I won’t
Then, let the morning be still
How long?
Let’s your anxieties float away
They’ve become frozen, attached
To you

Why are you boiling inside?
I’m not
What’s this refusal to see?
My way.
Frozen in attitude,
Roiling in grief,
This is the morning
Of modern days;
The mourning
Of who we are.

To feel and to reel
And to know that’s

The deal

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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