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DEEP IN THOUGHT

Although there's nothing wrong,
My mind is held in so much pain.
The day's seem to be far too long,
I'm recoiling into myself once again.

In all that's about me seems to grate,
I don't want to live life being irate.
It feels my thoughts aren't my own
as of late, lost interest in my fate.

Losing my way while writing rhythm,
Hospital appointment cancelled again.
Spider's still crawl within my brain,
Losing the essence of myself over time.

Time: One off the deviants we all share,
Never really noticed but always there.
I equate myself with time and reality,
As we seemingly drift through life.

Together yet separate,
Breathing in the same Rarefied air.
I'm not sure if I'm not sure anymore,
Time is the one constant that's there.

They say time is relative yet,
There are no relatives.
I wish to share my time with,
Only time can forgive and forget.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley