Singularly sitting and casting my thoughts
Out of my head they pour into the night.
Leaving and heading out of sight
Yet finely remaining a part of me
Wonderment surrounds
pales into comparison
As fear steps forth its mighty hand
with gentle touch it caresses
Gently it readies to overpower
Questioning my reasoning
Enslaving, possessing, ripping
Great ravines
Sitting with my thoughts
Unable to dissect right from wrong
Do I or Don't I
Will I or won't I
Must I or mustn't I
Casting aspersions
Filled with doubt
Oh god the tug of war
The pain runs deep
and drains my soul
Sitting with my thoughts.


Howard 






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