Thin Dirt

like dust I settle and sink
mired wetly into mud

as one storm passes
another ones threatens

my sanity stretches thin

Tension Headache

deep within my skull
there is a fist between my eyes
clenching on a node of neurons

they spark like faulty wire
and paralyze me between
callousness and indifference

Decompression

At times
Only dreams
Act as those kind friends
Who help unravel
The painful tangles
Of everyday living

Driftwood

Today, I shall be driftwood
Carried by the sea waves
And the many currents
Of travel and possibilities
And when I grow tired
I shall wash up on a fragrant beach
And bleach as white as the sands I rest upon

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