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I sip on a drink
My demise firmly in hand
Desperate to not think
But my demons stay on-brand

©2025
There is no purple in my berry.
The winter’s cold. It is not merry.
There is no song left still to sing.
The summer’s gone. There is no spring.

There is no colour in the sky.
There is no answer to the “why”.
A songbird sings. There are no notes.
The words we say don’t leave our throats.

And when we yearn, there’s no relief.
There may be faith. There’s no belief.
There is anger stirred up without cause,
For there is not what once there was.
Are you aware of
the infinite mirror of awareness?

You can always become more aware.
Just think of your relationship
to the present.
Think about your self-esteem.
Then process it.
Then think about what you think
About your inner reflection.

Judge yourself a little,
But don't create a victim.
Detach yourself from your self;
Look down.
Listen as if you aren't yourself.

Know who you are,
And accept what you're given.
A mouthful
of hate
A bullhorn
of lies
Dissected
infected
With terminal
pride
Conscripting
the fledgling
Embedded
in brine
Indicted
convicted
True felons
— of time

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
I couldn't walk
Another step today
So I wrote this
Line by line
It gave me the strength
That I once lacked
It made me feel like
I had a voice

This mind
This body
This soul
And ah...
I forget that there's a heart
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