Down to my car
I won't travel too far
Just to the depth of my soul

An eclipse of my thoughts
Are often too short
That's why I never can go

The flexibility
Of my lethargy
Is equal to the output of my mind

Why do I have these hodgepodge of thoughts
Swirling between my ears
Like a whirlwind of dreams drowning out the tears

My sands off time
Are running out
Apart from that I'm fine

The weeds are growing
The flowers are showing
The dogs are howling at the moon

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-05-12 at 10:16

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