guten tag

I want to write but I can’t find the right words,

to explain what I feel in life

In life, they liken to a rollercoaster ride I’ve never rode

but as waters that ripple; I’ve myself indulged

sinking in shallow bodies.

But to who do I owe the explanation to

To whom

I am swinging to the after tea downpour of loathing,

And I tell my self good morning after

For another sun rises, yet another

And the pile heightens to an amount

Of empty silhouettes in the night sky

each day, and each day I ask

my repentance and favors

A strength

and will to obey.

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