Worth

I sat down for a moment

Then the panic set in

Is it numbness that keeps me here

Or numbness to begin

A myriad of ventures

Those selfish sins

But what if I just sit here

What am I worth then?

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A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.

Blossom. Re-blossom. Keep doing it.

"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"

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