#EunoiaExpress

Amidst dusk's hush, I trudge through muck,
A humdrum rut, a murmur stuck.
With lungs so numb, I gulp and suck,
This subfusc world, so much to pluck.

The sun ascends, a hint of luck,
The drumbeat thumps, my heart's unstuck.
I trust the thrust, I thrust the trust,
Adjust, I must, no fuss, robust.

But trust can rust, and turn to dust,
Toe to bust, my souls' combust.
The gusty gust, it hit unjust,
In dusk I'm lost, mistrust disgusts.

Hope I clutch, no hush, I blush,
In lush green hue, emotions rush.
I brush, I crush, I flush, and gush,
A love so lush, a rush - so shush!

At last, I touch a sacred chuch,
A hallowed brush, a bond, a much.
In such pure clutch, a sudden hush,
I find my crutch, take time, no rush.

Let it be, this life, for me,
With glee, I'll be, to roam and see.
"No debris", I'll sing and plea,
"Embrace the key to love's decree!"

© Quiet Winter