It goes by slowly and I ask when will I be free…
Free of the drama, nightmares and desolation...
Peaceful in mind, heart and soul...
Eyes that don't search and no mumbles to unknown…
Tantrums of a child more than a longing…
Like an addiction that smokes lungs in despair…
Joy searched in places lasting bat of an eye…
This is not the end but a lonesome beginning…
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