Eyes lift up
Open and awake
Or so I’m told
But I was dreaming
I still am
The picture I behold.
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Bruised and healed
Wisdom keeled
Prophecies complete
Shaken faith, wonder seized
The beginnings of strangeness
Bring me to believe
The spell that leaves
Little to bereave.
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Come home now and sleep
It’s a weary street
These teary eyes
Aren’t a reprieve
Joy would come
And soon would leave
And so would pain
Which I struggle to beat
Nothing is neat, nothing is bleak
All is me and that’s all I need.
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Inspired by The beginnings of strangeness
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“Nothing is neat, nothing is bleak.” I like that. It’s never easy, but it’s never hopeless, either.
I second that. That’s what life is.. Thank you for stopping by..
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