cold seeps through the mind like wind
blowing through the attic of a home,
vented on the roof like the head's ears,
we are tone deaf to the words we no
longer want to hear, open only to those
words that supports our beliefs... a cold
winter lays on the ground around our
feet as we attempt to walk through the
disturbances that rest inside our thoughts,
just behind the eyes that only see what
we want them to see... we are blinded
and blind-sided by the truth of our own
reallities that correct our judgements
and leaving us wanting to be ccontrolled.
21 January 2023
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