February 23, 2022
February 23, 2022
Miracle Man
Disheartenment came with opened eyes,
for a switch, my inner self now cries.
Like most days I’m rapidly depressed,
but through all this I still feel blessed.
Life has evolved to where it is today,
the world is a serpent and I its prey.
Intellect tells me it won’t get better,
from this mentation I must unfetter.
Days no longer are drenched in sun,
in my quest for peace I’m finding none.
The music of sweetness is no longer heard,
the past is gone and future is blurred.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2022
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