Promises
Nothing on my mind that
I want to share poetically ...
People get ready.
This message is from my gut, not my mind.
I have shared my mind so many times.
My gut needs to be emptied;
So, I attempt to tell you what I mean.
My gut is churning out loud.
I scream, I Yell;
All my failures regurgitated
in an obscene, scene.
Waylaid by the delayed sun.
Always the bigger picture to be seen.
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