Sunday, December 19, 2021

Feed

 Sitting in time watching it flow by me.

Learning what is important by the omens I see.

Getting lost in the moment, Moving past my needs.

Living for the present, I have planted the seed.

The clock once made me it’s prisoner, now I am freed. 

Breathing in Adventure no need to take heed. 

With my eyes to the heavens, hands raised, deep I breathe.

And I scream to the darkness, never again will I feed.  

                                                               -XZanthia


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