In Bed With The Unknown
Wrestling,
Tussling
Like lovers playing in the shadows
While hope seems shallow
Like a fish on dry land
Gasping,
Trying to breathe air
No lungs,
Despair.
Past is gone.
Future unknown.
You still hold on
between the sheets
Of faith and unbelief
Struggling
with what you don't see
and what you believe.
And the past that is gone
for the future you hold on.
And the present seems wrong,
while you lay in bed
with the unknown.
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Lady Tolbert
Music and poetry are embedded in my soul, and in this space I get to let you take a peek inside of me. I hope you find something that makes you smile, ponder the meaning of life, laugh, cry, shout, kick up your heels and dance. ENJOY!!
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