Silent whispers
Sniffle in nostalgia
Humming a familiar tune
The mind plays
Recklessly
With the heart,
Like the sadist wind
That ruffles up
Crisp raked memories
Every thought has an appendix
Of old habit and decayed love
Which it carries along
Like a vestigial blister
That refuses to be balm
Meandering emotions
Seek absorption
To still the change
But they still churn
Like the frothing sea
Unleashing
Venomous nectar.
And endless war fought,
Sought not by me
Deliverance I beg for
From the battles of
I with Me
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