Muddy Thoughts

September 28, 2011
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When the confusion comes,
Do I sink into it?
Like red rubber boots
Stuck in a puddle of Mud?
Do I let my mind wonder
Through the Black Abyss?
Do I fall Prey to an abusive thought?
Or do I resist—
Fighting the darkness—
Clawing up the cliff.
Will I slip and fall?
Dragging the light down with me?
Or shall I fade away,
Like a shadow—
A forgotten piece of history.

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