swirling unspecified in
the middle of a chaos poured
from pitchers of deep rain
cannons firing across the
still december mourning for
a lost adulthood framed by
a little used childhood endeavor
just brings sorrow what if i can't
do it what if i'm not
enough what if i
what if
what
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Tagged: Tags #Project2020 Alinear Dissonance Depression Poetry
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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