waiting for years it seems
quiet observer,
with grandiose dreams,
bridled fervor,
impatiently as life streams
without a
life preserver,
have my saviours sailed
the other way,
being time, success, and
bank account balance,
when the battle was spiritual
warfare. I was fighting the wrong fight
the wrong enemy, feel good gone bad.
emotionally had,
con anarchist,
picked my name from a list and worked
me over and over till my brittle soul
was lost in finding closure.


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