Weeds And Flowers

Perspectives rule, depression means I’m usually out of fuel

Filters incorrect, processing changing moods

Paragraphs in tornadoes, lines during hurricanes

Perhaps she’s a flower while I’m trying to recover in weeds

Flashes and dreams, inevitability of a death scene

Bye momma, granddaddy and Grandma

Kids connected but conversations out far

While others sleep life scores are delivered, judged and discussed

Brain filled with wonder, pain and blockades tough

Smell sweet flower while I perish in my own thorns.

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