Tuesday, August 27, 2024

Cross Currents


dreams fester inside imaginations
wanting to be released...
minds forged in steel have no where
to go but downward...
we breathe in air releasing toxins,
see the world for what it is,
navigating oceans of retributions
wishing for more and more...
we sail alongside mighty ships
whose battle scars leave us wondering,
doubtful of who we really are,
wishing both parents were alive,
mental fatigue blows inward like a
familiar blast of artic cold,
a silent return to the southern side
of our thoughts to enjoy a 
much warmer attitude in play.


August 21, 2024

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