Coiled ideas, never do they unwind
Closing my eyes
I envision surrounds I cherish
Locales sheltered in the womb of nature
Pristine like a mother's tender touch
But this barrenness overcomes me
The seeds of doubt abundant..
They laugh at me with glee..
Stalked by this quagmire, not a way out in sight
Words trapped in the labyrinth of thoughts
As I falter and fumble to make these wrongs right..
Desolated, for this nightmare to end, I pine
Pangs of frustation, tedium run down my spine
Storms of dissent they rage through my mind
A debilitating storm, perennial..one of a kind..
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