In my mind rolled, millions of words,
Mind lying waste, making anger lord,
In my eyes appear, colours of stresses,
But who said dream could come easy?
Not so well, not so pleased anymore,
And strength in these emotions; sore.
But why be slain by creeping thoughts,
Stab by anger, a dangerous war fought?
Bad Emotions spill, anxieties abounds,
Scrapping peace & opening big wounds.
in any case, tear wet bed, mind dampen,
Eyes cry in agony, while sorrow deepens
Dwell in fear, these emotions, drug me,
Search tongue, silence my lips become.
I’ll Stretch hands to Jah with all effort.
Lifting hands; to find crumb of comfort.
08/01/2008 John G. Nelson
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