Places in the heart
My mind
Sits at the table
Inside out
Outside In
All these sounds
Screaming in
Locust humming
Motors running
Cars Honking
someone coughing
feet tapping
Table squeaks
Blood boiling
Hard to breath
Fist clinched
Grinding teeth
racing heart
Whats wrong
With me
All this noise
Quiet shouts
Shouting at me
Calling me out!
Cracked window
I can’t get through
Squeaky swing
late night view
This swing feels light
The stars are bright
Back and forth
One more time
Crickets chirp
Spider web
This thick chain
Keeps me stead
Lily’s gaze
Crescent moon
All these
Cracks
I can’t fit
through
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
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Places in the heart
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