******** and Moaning or (Seeing the Light)

Buttercups running aloof

in mi cluttered mind

of discomfort

Leaflets flapping

as the world turns

mournfully

on its side

Turnstiles of my life

flipping through

the pages of time

and all i can see is

misery

Flowers cresting

in the space they’re

allowed

hoping for the light

the rain...

the time-

Memories wafting

by the impulse of wind

billowing, bellowing

the new season

begins

yet all i can see is the

scenery of despair

Tormented tides

slapping upside mi head

drowning mi tears

as if i were dead

Wandering dreams

of days future past

i’m trying mi damndest

to make mi life

l...a...s...t...

But all i can see

is languishing fear

******** and moaning

not seeing the light

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