Saturday, May 21, 2016



Rawness gives way,
In undoneness stay.
Mind chaotically strays,
Personhood gradually frays.

Go through the motions today,
Soul groans and pray.
Healing elusive yet crave,
No longer a slave.

Bitter taste lingers,
Prick of pain stinger.
Breath deep,
Rest and sleep.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

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