I crave ease.
A simple existence, bring me to my knees.
Just once, I'd like to have a little peace.
I'm begging please.
If it's not one thing it's another.
Tempers flaring pushing me further.
Misunderstandings will be the cause of my murder.
They all had something to say, but no one heard her.
Sick, sad, tired, defeated from this existence.
Furthest away from here, can't say that I would miss this.
Turned my Soul inside out can I get a witness.
Universe conspired all connections complicit.
Blank stares as I pull back my hair trying to pinpoint what's going on in this life.
Joke's on you and pity the fool, the rebel's refusing to be a wife.
Cut all my cords, ties, binds and knots with the sharpest knife.
Dancing when the haze is gone, step into the light.
~Ruby L.S.~
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Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
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Superb work.
Thank you!
We should never have to beg for peace
"Tempers flaring " misunderstanding "
" not being heard "
Universe conspiring
Enough to make anyone sick and tired
But that rebellious streak wins the day
Sharpest knife cutting cords
Dance in that light sage
Another fantastic write
It's certainly difficult when the onslaught seems relentless.
Thank you! Your comments and input are so appreciated
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