(4th week of Dec 2020)
Mud-Soaked
On my back I carry
this world weight
world-weary
dreary daylight worry
into a nighttime
tossing
turning
with a yearning deep
and a heart in pain
still earning
its proverbial keep
On my feet I tow
this feeling fleeting
fast beating
pulse
into an uncertain day
with clouds gray
mud-soaked
on my way
still learning
and returning
to all I wrote
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The Quantum Journal
PoetryThis is the heart of mystery The unknown that we create intentionally and unconsciously It drives us to search it out To conquer every obstacle between us and it's evasive tactics The Quantum Journal: Volume One Introduction Lest we forget the...
