Air comes in
back out again.
As the knot begins,
to fade.
Hindered no more,
almost like before.
Breathing a little easier, nowadays.
Heart's been broke
but beats in remote.
That has pumped pain,
caused by vain
and begun to ease
and unyoke.
As I sleep,
some nights, find peace.
Some scenes will play,
bittersweet, I must say.
Guess, Mine Enemy Mind,
Is Saying, Good-bye,
To the remnants
of yesterday's dreams.
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