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Sometimes

I believe i am well

Then i get this twisted gut

And this crooked eye

And they both dig into me deep

Dredging and pulling

Till they find something to ridicule

Laughing

And pointing

Mocking

And they dance with joy

As i swing and miss

Then retreat

Down

Down

Under reality

Into the depths of my mind

Where there is shelter

And silence

But

Not oxygen.

Perpetual space.

Seems To Be

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Can you hear me calling
Hear me calling for you?
I am falling
And I don’t know what to do.
Yearning
Craving
Begging for you
To
Come inside.
Paint me with your colors.
Shake my walls with your music.
Touch me with your love.
I’ve been waiting so long now
Don’t know how I’ve come to this.
I’ve been waiting so long now
Seems to be it’s you I miss.