Roam

Father, it weighs heavy on me

The numbness of this world

My soul is caught twixt earth and stone;

I’m not sure who I’m supposed to be.

I write, but no one cares to read

I call, but there is no answering

Someday I may settle this flighty breeze

But for now…

each current pulls silently.

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