Expect me not blissful

By
Expect me not blissful

Nor try me at rest

For what I have witnessed

'Tis not what I craved

My mind fares disheveled

My heart sold out

My body a fatigued soldier

For not one thing is absolute

In a perfectionists' world

Except the disarray

In her written words

And the irregular cloud

above her coffee





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