Midnight Mutterings

Loose strings.

Broken wings.

Frayed beings,

afraid of being.

And I’ve been thinking

of all these things.

Must be thin skin.

Insecurities built in.

Always have been,

and all they bring

is constant sinking

into a big bin.

Played out violin.

Wait something’s missing.

Weight of fears and sin.

The tears begin.

So it appears,

crystal clear

that we’re all here

and life’s unfair,

but we don’t care.

Do we?

Sue me,

For thoughts unholy.

Just trying to show the

picture wholly.

 

Don’t try to hold me

back.

All this baggage to unpack.

Scrap that.

Just tough chat.

Backtrack,

rewind,

til we find

peace of mind.

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