Surviving

It’s 3 am and I’m still awake
With an empty heart, an empty head
With dim lights and a gnawing silence
And things I’d rather forget.

Tetractys: To Hold On

It

A curse

To hold on

Worse tragedy

To be stuck hard to one’s own perceptions

One Is More Than Enough

In a world of choosy sensation

Ways many for a wayward mind

A secret lies beyond selection

To be able to hold on till you find

One place, more than enough

To search life’s nooks and corners

Knowing one’s own locality, tough

With endless variety within borders

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