I Don’t Know

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I don’t know
What the heart doesn’t care
Buried in messed up
I sip from a cracked, broken cup
Tears run
My heart weeps
For the love, the mystery
That wasn’t mine
To keep.
~ Patrice   

© Patrice Clarkson 2016

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I Don’t Know

I don’t know
What the heart doesn’t care
Buried in messed up
I sip from a cracked, broken cup
Tears run
My heart weeps
For the love, the mystery
That wasn’t mine
To keep.
~ Patrice   

© Patrice Clarkson 2016

Suffering Through The Darkness

Suffering through the darkness of day
Seeing light in the lightest night
All is mixed, messed up
Nothing seems sane no one talks words
That make any sense
All are inaudible really insane.

Still I go on
Not knowing why, hoping to meet
Someone who has answers
Who cry words of wisdom
Notes that make sense holding
The madness at a long arm’s length.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015