Michael Witkowski - Haze

Wasted might in a flurry
Took on too much burden
but still i tried to fit

overreached myself-phew
a sigh a sigh i can sigh

time to sort my thoughts
but nooone waits for me
no message- no nod, still-

this Kurdish Nevroz New Year's
Bash might suit me a dash
but undulating doubts fret me

up inside- if my company appals me?
i wonder- but which do i have?
staying somewhere going nowhere

staying put in midst of primal angst
like everything tumbles under my feet
feed are dragged down my silly ghouls

Michael Witkowski

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