Unrest.
I’m fidgeting and clueless.
Unslept.
Four hours at a stretch at best.
Insane.
Incessant thoughts to blame.
In pain.
Lessons of life; their scarring remains.
Behest.
Myself to end this quest.
Protest.
The unrest within my chest.
2 comments:
Hmm the unrest within my chest...the emotions that we think are well forgotten -that re-surface at the oddest times...
Yes.
Exactly them buggers I speak of = |
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