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My Hearts A Mess

April 27, 2016

Running First ~ Photo by Patrice

My hearts a mess
There is no rest
No peace, no quiet.

Racing, racing on
Racing fast
How will I ever last?

When can I see
Peace
Quiet and dignity?

When will I feel
My heart pump
A slow, soft, quiet thump?

Can’t hold on
Can’t see
How I got here, how to leave.

All I see is
My hearts a mess
There is no rest, that’s all, all I see.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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3 comments

  1. Reblogged this on Patrice Clarkson's Blog.

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         by Patrice April 17, 2020 at 10:46 am
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  2. Outstanding write.

    Liked by 1 person

         by The Muscleheaded Blog April 25, 2020 at 4:24 am
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