Danger

An eminent danger of being lost in my soul.

As the night time hours take their toll.

Counting the days til my emotions settle and dissolve.

Neck cracks the pain of unforgotten dilemmas.

Brain feeds the thoughts of yesterday’s memories.

Told of tomorrow’s dream.

Realities bright beams like sun rays, sights seen.

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About dustforthedancers

Poet, creative, cultural and community seeder, feeder, maybe one day I'll be a leader. Of my own path at least...
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