My Quiet-Stricken Days

My Quiet-Stricken Days

Beyond torment’s reach
I awaken, stirring
In my home of fraying rags

I nurse
The shards I carry
At the mercy
Of each gradual
Quiet-stricken day

Beyond torment’s reach
I breath earnestly
With true
And heartfelt vigor

Carted away
On a raft
Of undue bliss

Content
With not knowing
The madness
I’ll surely meet

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