
I sit inside a pool of salt
and sin
looking
into the eyes of dried, and thin
crumbly skin
tired, and looking to the wind
I reminisce.
even when I’d rather not know
the pain, to me
always shows
the effects
of this universal context, deplorable
in times when pain is greatest, and light
like a dandelion seed
when time stops forward progression, looking
for lessons
I await you.
wondering
if you’ll show within my heart soon
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