Lord, I don't want to wake up
Let me drift away slowly into the dark of the night
Inconspicuously,
Like my daily existence.
Let my thoughts dissolve into gray matter
Contributing to the
Millions of tiny specs of energy
That make up the universe
Let my soul be washed away,
For once not by tears.
Let my mind find the solace,
That didn't surface in it's living.
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Unfinished Paintings
PoetryA collection of my prose, poetry and epiphanies over the past couple of years. I've always loved writing and composing, but I'd never assumed anything I wrote was worth being read by anyone but myself. Writing has always been a way for my mind to co...
