The days go by,
as I carry on,
in this mundane
reality
of the burden of toil
and shards of turmoil.
Amidst this,
spiked, is my mind
of longing for something
lost in the passage
of time, a memory.
A want for sanity
amidst the rampant insanity.
A path to a place, a home.
As we wound ourselves,
from the ambiguous predicament.
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 11:51 AM UTC
The days go by,
as I carry on,
in this mundane
reality
of the burden of toil
and shards of turmoil.
Amidst this,
spiked, is my mind
of longing for something
lost in the passage
of time, a memory.
A want for sanity
amidst the rampant insanity.
A path to a place, a home.
As we wound ourselves,
from the ambiguous predicament.
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