Patterns
The
moss leaves its remnants in the years of neglect
Moments
in memories bare the cause and effect
Smiling
gives way to new doubting depression
Calm
inner peace buried deep in suppression
Patterns
repeat by the course long since set
Try
to break free from what time won’t forget
Heart
knew a year of a blessed endeavor
The
soul, eighteen months, far too short whatsoever
Racing
one’s psyche assigns loser’s conclusion
Anxiety
reigns o’er the mind’s disillusion
Inclined
less to falsehood in the storybook finish
As
dust starts to settle, find it most diminished
Copyright SGW 2016
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