Misc poem 6 (fails)
My stomach churns,
My mind burns,
My heart aches,
For no ones sake,
The feeling of being one,
My willpower done,
A wish to be two,
Never to be due,
Perception failed,
Face paled,
A cold sweat falls,
Thin veiled walls,
A broken attempt,
A deepening resent,
A feel of inferiority,
Having no priority,
The soul is weak,
No will to seek,
Hope feels elusive,
Not wanting to be possessive,
Maybe being one is best,
While always being a pest,
Patience is a virtue,
But time has past and a break is due,
A ponder once again as I think deep,
And lay upon my bed to try and sleep
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