Past Thoughts

Fear was a tare in the wheat
Where I did eat,
Where I did visit,
Lonely is not having someone
To sit with, she listened in and
Out, was a shallow sound, and
Was a painful rebound,
Turbulence I flew in,
Strapped in I lived,
For cereal I ate before
Bed, wishing the earth’s
Medicine could fill me,

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