Garbage Post: Inside Winter Grass

Showing restraint, or being stubborn

Reflection, or conversation rejection

I’m feeling and guessing vital parts are missing

And I won’t, don’t, or just plain refuse to improve

I can do better, indifference says whatever

Or is it comfort tucking me into some twisted complacency

Please God, please help me.

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Show up at the finish line like hey well I made it

Waiting to live life after my heart’s beats have faded

Wanting you to speak and at the same time afraid

What am I doing with my time and look at all the stupid choices I’ve made

Please God, help me.

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The darkest dark

An unbelieving and distrusting heart

Running away from the light into the worst parts

A fear and a horror and a nightmare, from me depart

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