clean the cotton wool from my eyes.
copyright © leigh khoo
what fuels this inertia
of unchanging tides
a dismaying rest of laurels
long lost in waves of time
what spurs this vexation
a restlessness within
growing steadily stifling
roused from disillusioned sleep
the unceasing battle
between the angel and his foe
is it a clash of good and bad
or self-inflicted sorrow?
shake me from this hollow
chase the cobwebs from my brain
jolt me from the humdrum
and turn twisting roads straight
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