Sourdough Wailing

How long is too long

Am I late

Every road closed

Weaknesses exposed

Cold feet equal withdrawn toes

Pressure builds

Hearts wax cold

Tired of the illusion

It isn’t shiny anymore and now I see what’s underneath.

Is it too late to come out and be separate

Chained to dead ways

Home in a dead-end waiting to move

Weeping bitterly asking for directions

Don’t leave me screaming for help under the moon.

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