Emotion Dough

Emotions always rise

One Cannon

There is nowhere to turn

All exits have been sealed

Face to face with failure

On a highway lost while operating out of gas

Night void of peaceful sleep

Day absent of excitement and anticipation

It’s a room of warning

A room of solemnity

Instead of laying in rotten wastes

One should climb from the pits

Wade through the mire

Remove victim stickers from eyes

Crawl if necessary

Resist gravity’s threats

Find minutes away from a tainted mirror

And pray

So here I am

Being humbled

Losing my attitude

Running out of breath

Seeing dirt I swore to be gold

Around a thick stubborn neck

But I am not abandoned

I prayed for clarity

To relinquish myself

To put on the new man

To set the mind on things above

There is no place to run

And this isn’t depression’s house

It’s a casket for an ego.

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