At times, this place gives comfort
Soul is rested,
staying within peaceful state
Yet, with the sweep of a broom…
change of attitude,
tempted
into my dark dimensions,
‘She speaks’ and I listen…
Entertaining demented ideas,
drunk on unrestrained
epinephrine, everything swirls
and clouds rage war
in littlest of spaces
~
…I scream
my liberation from ultimate
turmoil
Still, regretting
this will all
come again…

Good luck




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