Frantic
to find myself
My steel is malleable
The wind
moves memories in my head
A chill to my bones
A sweat to my brow
Said before
but with other words
I feel
yet am numb
All encompassing
and devoid
they flail in desperation
these thoughts
My head heaves
and they spill out
Would it be so bad
To let them go?
Freedom of will
Will I wish to be free?
The illusion settles like
a dusty coating on old furniture
A reminder of clichés
A gentle hug from a forgotten friend
A peace of mind
That’s only for show
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