Life is exacting precision with emotion thrown in to
send us spinning, never knowing where we're going at
any given time.
Reeling along, not being able to hold onto anything
for long, falling into abysses and getting stuck
beneath coverlets of depressed sadness and
adjudicating grief.
Held onto forever, as life sinks below waves of
remorse, drifting farther than sight can see.
A total emptiness, folding about my soul, generating
it into a silent contemplation of written thoughts.
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