Emotion Dough

Emotions always rise

My Greatest Enemy Is A Well Placed Rake

Am I an empty paper turned in as an essay, feeling shortcomings running towards my eyes such a loud crowd

Yesterday felt alright but today is quite unseasoned, am I bland, no preservatives but fit to be canned


Banned from opened eyes, shallow breaths from demise, self-deception on the rise, unable to organize, incorrectly prioritize, wasteful with every try, feel foolish asking God why

An everyday struggle I juggle, no matter the plan discussed in our huddle, hopes try to rise seems I burst every single bubble, present my best efforts all rubble, gotta be careful or back to sensual distractions, we’ll cuddle at first then find it void of satisfaction

I need prayer and I’ll pray to stay in the faith, God Almighty I’m glad you’ll never leave or forsake, I’m such a mess never a piece of cake, constantly doing the bit where I step on a rake.

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