The bleary comes
To meet the weepy
Before sitting down
Next to sleepy
So I try to find
A place to rest
Where peace
And calm exist
But all to often
Moody comes
With sad
To steal
Whatever’s left
WHAT’S LEFT
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It does come, unbidden
One feeling inviting another
like lubricating
a slippery slope
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