ENERGY

I was born this way…

I can feel the energy in each word you say…

In each living thing…

This is how I see…

How I discern…

How I survive in a vicious dying world…

This realm is relentless in its judgements. ..

Yet subtle in its attacks…

Stabbed in the back by a smiling face…

Faced with the decision to either love or hate….

These energies that surround me…

They either help or confound me…

I’m running out of words…

I don’t care to continue to speak…

It’s my energy…

It’s gettin weak…

From the atmospheric confusion…

All this active display of delusion…

Is making me wanna sleep…

G’night.


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