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It’s not yet midnight.

I can smell the salty tide

And hear the change it brings

to my broken wings

even though it stings

when I face the other side

and the hurt inside.

Yet I know what resides

is the might and the right

to move on…

So let’s get on

with this fight

and this plight.

I’ve had enough

don’t say its rough

when you’ve only looked

read things in books

but your heart is away

and mine is astray

All the while we betray

our true selves

to this day.

Hold on

then…

There must be an answer

Why do we pander

to the needs and wants

of the spiritually gaunt

while we meander

through the haunts

of things that happened…

when?

(Sorry for this one...ick)