Permission Sir

A poem of a spiritual thoughts/struggles.

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Weary from lengthy battles, a heart torn pounds profusely with desires to set free. A stubborn soul knowing more refuses to agree.

Pale from the madness whose keys I fail to uncover, or I afraid to discover?

Fatigued but spirited to mark a path to subsistence, uncertain of this existence.

To Sir Who Knows:

Releasing now from this once a dream, you my light indeed; I see no symbol in which to believe.


Princess
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