Sanity
In a sane mans head
he lies in his bed
thinking of past regrets.
If he could move past the past
then heartbreaks insanity will pass
and at last
aches, thoughts, and worry
will wither away.
Because since the bitter bite of feelings
has the sane mans sanity gone, left, is still leaving.
Instead of grieving, pray and move on
or the purpose of being
will be nothing at best
except for a cry in the beginning
and at the end death.
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