MehA Poem by MarkAngst could be my middle nameThat four square edge blunted in 'meh'. What care, when dared, doesn't eventually disappear? Mired in emotional mud My tires of inspiration are sunk Wet and muddied, bloodied and stuck Planks of "I don't care" don't help. With images from a pained scarred heart This seeker winds down into the old. Perhaps the next hill, when the sun rises again? Someone to break the chains of my memories. A glimpse of Sun watering the eyes Show me my mirage; and leave me, again, alone.
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