Life's stillness is muffled
By the static of stress
Clinging to moldy corners
Congealing my utter existence
Ripping seams of myself
Only recently mended
Not knowing where to
Begin where I left off
Is it possible that I
Have lost serenity
Or is it simply misplaced
Under my misguided map
Buried neath trampled feet
Searching for recovery
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