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MootMonty May 2018
One inch to freedom
One small flick of the finger
One little movement
To get me to a realm unknown

I fear it won't work,
End up a prisoner in my own body.
For this feels unbearable now,
But you never what you've got
Until it's gone.
MootMonty Mar 2018
This supernatural pull
How do I make it full
For if I continue to ignore,
it will make me dull.

These questions bore
Such a deep roar
Without these answers,
my soul is so sore.

I don't know if I can do this anymore.
MootMonty Feb 2018
My spirit and my soul
Which of these makes me whole?
I spend each moment wondering
What is my role?
Searching intently to escape
this virtual hellhole
Where the hell is my pistol?
MootMonty Feb 2018
This blessing has been handed to me;
how fortunate can I be
God chose for me to receive this I see!
News to me, it would have been better for me to flee--than to accept this blessing with a gracious heart
How wrong could I be?
MootMonty Feb 2018
Life can be beautiful,
But mostly its ugly.
I love it and I hate it
For where there are humans; their nature will also be
And then I realize...its a part of me.
There is no getting out; no peace to be had
It can't really all be this bad
I can hear my deepest regrets resonating within
No place to hide from the incessant spin
I feel the water coming up over my head
And I pray that its peace that lies ahead.

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