Emotion Dough

Emotions always rise

Garbage Post: Clumps Of Fallen Field

Path of portraits left behind

My action and word clothesline

See what is developing from my dark room

Snapshots of what I’ve done color prints of what I’ll do

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I can’t trust my senses I can’t trust my understanding

Lies from within and without and what is everyone talking about

Lies

Deception

Heavenly Father sit with me and teach your ways

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I wake up scrambled

Work and possibilities at a tender neck

Driving a straight line but I always wreck

Maybe I’m wrong honey I’m tangled , tangled

Crying for mercy Lord my best efforts are garbage

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Path of portraits behind

Terrified I’ve wasted time

Ruined watered down mind

God please, bless me with your perspective.

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Edmond

Edmond is an INFJ layman writer, creating freestyle poetry as an outlet for his emotions for over thirty years. He can be contacted at: Email: Carolinawriter@protonmail.com

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