Last night is a good example of why I wrote the poem about sleep. I didn’t get much and that’s all I really wanted to do. Just go to sleep and be numb/immune to the demons. As a result of my restless night, I have more prose 🙂
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“BLENDED”
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I feel like I’ve been in a blender,
dazed and confused, with mixed up emotions,
a psyche so fragile and tender.
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Bruised, beaten and battered,
cracked like glass, I don’t dare move
or my Soul will certainly shatter.
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Achingly sore, not numb,
pain so intense it constantly hints,
that there will always be more to come.
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I’m so damaged, how can I ever heal?
With love and care, but too much is required,
to ever change how I feel.
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Thanks for the cyberspace – FTS