Fight with the world
when people hound from every direction,different sides of one connection,
and confusion sneakily resides,
and, then stops, the flowing tides,
of my sacred imagination,
restricts my creations,
then refusals do conform,
creating inside unrully storms,
tug against tug, on either side,
tugging war; i cannot hide,
their hold, it soon will fray,
when lightning holds clouds at bay,
i mightily tear from their clinging hold,
today, my soul, went unsold.
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