Sensing my soul’s desire to hear and listen to interior music while I live in desperate depressions of sadness.
Quieting my heart while I carry on, hoping to end all recriminations with some understanding – yet that never happens as I’m
continually misunderstood and made fun of while being abused emotionally by another.
Staring down the barrel of a gun, I see life falling away from me and I no longer care to save it.
Lying down, never retracing steps, I continually travel in circles, hoping to end where I once had started.
Circles Of Misunderstanding
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