Muddled thoughts
confused, chaotic
ever churning night to day
Their origin
their destination
It seems I cannot sway
Yet El Roi
the God who sees me
invites me to come and pray
He knows each thought
each crazy fear
won’t leave me in dismay
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I haven’t been writing much lately. Can’t quite pin anything down. But it’s Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub so I decided to check out the Quadrille prompts that I’ve missed and write one for OLN.