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A pain, within, has come to rest
it lies unto my left chest.
When walking on ice, be careful
for the results of falling, are painful.
I learned an new dance step
a week ago. The Costco trip;
reminded me of a two step fall.
A slight shuffle, one step is all,
it took for me, is what I said
at least I didn't hit my head.
My ribs are sore. Oh yes they are.
A painful sleep my rest did mar.
A rib belt is the treatment, you see
for which the doctor did agree.

It has been said by others, who repent.
When you want to lose your memory
and desire to forget, your past life
of errors and other life amends;
when the reality of this life demands
your attention to others; yours to do,
for my responsibility; taking care of you.

Another long hour.
A shot in the dark.
An hour of lost sleep,
When your life is stark.
I return to my bed,
Though I know there are
Words locked in my head,
Except for those words
Missing the letter "R".

Woke up sleepy,
my mind in a haze
for I have only slept
a few hours,
usually during the days.

The journey we make
during this life,
can be short.
Do we continue on
or do we abort?

I seem to be having a terrible time,
as Depression creeps in
by using a tired rhyme.
My life before was uneventful
with out the presence of being sublime.
I'll pray again, as I need to do
for the choices I make will be mine.

Is it wrong to write
about a love for another?
Someone who is not your,
sister, brother or mother?
Perhaps, I ask because the
loneliness began,
not having an adult conversation,
since I know not when.

The rocks are hard.
My feet are bare.
Where is the sand?
It was everywhere.
I need to hurry,
A very strong urge,
Watching the creatures scurry
Before the strong surge.
The Ocean, a Sea
With waves now rising.
Up to my knees.
The dream is over,
I'm awake in bed.
Why are my feet wet?
Dry is my head.
Another dream, with emotion
When I see the beautiful Ocean.

I have all my new writings
in this notebook of mine,
which I need enter into the PC.
So many words; so little time,
as I continue to write them
again, one more time.

The words are flying from my head,
although I am still laying in bed.
A site of words, elusive they are,
lay on the covers, near and far.
What can I do to retrieve them now,
except to rack my brain? I will avow
to reach out from within my mind,
hoping upon hope I can still find,
all the words, now missing from memory.
I'll keep reaching out until the end of me.

Patience,
Calmness,
Civility
Must reign,
Once more,
To provide,
The place
We all
Adore.

How many days?
How many miles,
Do I have to drive
To see your Smiles?