loiter at the steps of mind.

Thicket of clouds drape on shoulders,

A weary heaviness blooms. 

Bones quake,

the weight,


Knees buckle, 

as the restless rumble, 

feeds rumination. 

Mantra like, 

peeling at the purity, 

the sanctity of it all. 


It asks,


If I continued on my quest for true self expression,

If I fought with my teeth, 

If I refused to submit,

If I embraced chaos, 

and shunned the haze,

Will you still love me?

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