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Ardurous Epiphany – a poem for Epiphany

Arduous Epiphany

Forever and a day trek

Going from here to there, aware of back to reality return

Awayness stresses

Traveling together annoyances

Just to meet – someone

And they call it an epiphany

Whatever happened to epiphany jaunts?

 

 

Poem (for those who are/or have been depressed)

black box

Couch –  a prison

mind – a foreclosed neighborhood

Garbaged thoughts layer upon layer

Twist and turn, twist and turn, twist and turn

Will morning ever come?

Disintegrations

Will morning ever come?

Like fruit rotting in the fridge

Will morning ever come?

Don’t tell me I got the crazy gene

Will morning ever come?