Parle moi

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When a conducive life wreaks

Spinning out of life’s blind corner

Too late for clarity of hindsight

I feel rawness of shorter breaths

As triage become my new normal

Madness- my newest sabbatical

My errant thoughts have frayed

All sense of direction are vacant

As the empty wake, I’m caught in     

Defies limited logic of acceptance

Memory torrents collide into reality

All sense of human passion- aches    

Flesh and bone to ghostly tragedy

I hunger for yesterdays… all over

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Poet of the Light © 2022

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