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Taming Throwaway Thoughts
What is a wish; wasted wallowing in unmet dreams
Sought to rise instead sinks slowly with false promisers
Hell is harmonising of hearts without attuned ear
A siren song sung to a desperate soul
Clear is the devilish detail of the deceiver
How they sit so serenely defying discovery
As listless lost soul laments those longed for lies
Sorrow shifts silently in the day's darkness
What of the prize and promise of tomorrow
Prise yourself from dirge of despair's depths
Regret and rumination the real ruiners of reality
Cathartic are continued candid choices
How true hearts hate dishonesty
Whilst weavers of webs wish to cradle til death
Comforting and soothing by toxins drip fed
Words wasted when wounds weep undressed
Resilience reigns when writer remains unread
Resist watching recycling of words to wrap around wounded
Tainted with the blood of the reader with the closed eyes
To enable scaly silken threads to snap one by one
Patience for privilege of today prevails
Allow to be lost to time those letters of lifes fails
Let me untether myself tendril by tendril
I am a dreamer who wakes, with a destiny to fulfill
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Di11y Da11y
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