Emotion Dough

Heavy breath in my head,

Whispering I’ll never qualify,

All my hopes and dreams die,

Always a bit short,

It isn’t true, still I color thoughts in blue,

Am I weak, just tired, spoiled, dreadfully expired,

Mercy,

Mercy,

Grace, please.

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Going to everything else,

Instead of the love I left,

Expecting change,

Experiencing pain,

This isn’t correct, desperate need to reflect, my focus on successive slippery targets,

Mercy,

Mercy,

Grace, please

Grace, please.