Groundhog

Each morning’s existential; living with pain.
It is like moving thru wood…against the grain.

Pushing to wake thru dreams where pain had no hold.
Eyes open upon foggy morn bleak & cold.

There in the midfield of vision without specs…
Galaxies of stardust one light shaft collects.

Half awake in a cosmological thrall.
Then consciousness big bangs pangs of rust thru all.

I turn on the news of the world; pain, soothe pain.
I shake off its grip & live this day again.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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