Just when I think I can move
I'm paralyzed again
Just when I think there's love
I am broken
Parched. Powerless. Prostrate.
But holding back
Some lack of faith
Some cancer of will
Keeps me Me.
An empty sack
Wrapped around pills
And longing for the sea.
Sunday, November 30, 2014
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