the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time

Day 286 – Chaotic Scramble

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Power me through,
Up late into hours that I cannot count
And rebounded into mountains
Piles stacked high above my head
And shoot me down to pick me back up
Tossed and turned until I erupt

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