I feel the well, my source is dry.
I cannot seem to find the words
And I do not know what or why.
Even these just smell like turds.
I feel my heart has dribbled out
Its ichor has sunk into the floor.
It’s left deep stains on the grout.
I wonder what life has in store.
Still much I want to say, to do,
No longer sure if I can or how.
I’ll hold on, take love from you,
In quantity or manner you allow.
Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment
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