O wind who knew me when:
Touch my face one more, remind me,
Who I am again —
Somebody has to know —
Maybe it’s me.
O sun who burns my eyes:
Tell me the pain was worth it,
Tell me
All your sunny lies —
I need to hear them
Some days we need the truth, but
Not today.
For I need comfort:
Dressed in pillows,
Scented with jasmine —
I need a refuge,
Somewhere nobody knows
My name —
O Summer, come again and bring
Me feelings —
For I can’t feel a thing, except
Fatigue
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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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