Sometimes a Nightmare

my nights, a shallow grave

what are these thoughts…that have not forgiven me

as time diminishes into time

I find a stranger in my mindimageedit_5_5265575855

what are these transformations that live within me

images and proclamations have become a corn maze

my soul holds on for first light…to give the devil his due

I am inclined to shelter in place

awakened, I must walk, however…

if only to renew

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