Inner Exeption
This breath I hold,
for a moment to long.
My steps no longer with it's bounce,
as I drag my shoes to the ground.
A ladies cry for help,
at surface she holds it together.
A mind to complex,
far from reality.
The blank stares,
as I dream a better place.
Another site to see,
as yet again a back is turned.
I see the ugly,
and live the negative.
My mind is at a different turn,
as I try and pick up these shards of glass cutting me deeply.
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