Some days, I wish I didn’t feel so deep.
Feel bright, over poring happiness.
Feel cold, grey filled sadness.
Feel so much passion in love and rage
Feel so lonely at every page.
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I wish my brain wasn’t constantly oscillating
And I always miscalculating.
Switching back and forward, left and right
Change like I am day and night.
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Moving from moments of hope.
To burning at the end of my rope.
Battling all the demons in my head.
While angels keep me mislead.
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But even in the constant swing.
I want to feel most everything.
Joy, sadness, anger and love.
Waiting on the day someone calls me, Dove.
About the Creator
Lane Burns
I am a Poet and an inspiring short story, one day novel writer.
I like to write in free verse mostly, but am heavily inspired by Emily Dickenson, and tend to create my own rules and ideas as well.
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