Tempestuous

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Whispers of a poet's heart

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I stay in triage mode for safety

Tolling of the bell now readied

I meander in- out of a fogginess

Unsure of which is the clearest

Some silence, some white noise

Without distinguished patterns

I’ve nowhere to go, nowhere to be

Except being lost, sentimentally

Brokenness lays deep within me

I waffle from being wide asleep

To liken being drowsily awake

Oft I question what is upwards

While denying what is before me

What I truly seek …is a miracle    

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Poet of the Light © 2021

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