This stream of unseeded thoughts,
Must be purged before they take root.
Dreams await and it is getting late.
Put to bed my sabotage head
Way back when, yet now and again
She stealth like sneaks in.
Takes a few peeks and plays critique.
Nonchalantly dropping seeds
of self doubt.
Quiet shouts,
She feeds then pouts
'bout how terribly wrong it all is.
The laundry list of no end begins.
The things I cant say out loud.
Pop, sizzle, smolder, won't quite fade.
I Try to keep this fire tamed
and the gas at bay
While I Pray
The wind will pick up
And carry away a small spark
To light up the dark
With a shimmer of that hope glimmer.
Maybe remember...to forget
That bit that does not serve
These raw nerves.
I Swerve back into what we all deserve...
I cut myself some slack-
Lock out the whispering embers of doubt.


S.O.C.K.S.






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