I wanted to see
inside your mind.
I saw you and my
eternity I did find.
Gears in motion,
the ones not seen,
in rust turn for my
mind is not clean.
Springs and pins
are not so smooth.
While I fight move,
a memory soothes.
Every heavy load
my eyes they close.
In your wake eyes
open up as a rose.
Futile I walk fields,
to seek new vision.
Yet what shackles is
freed in your prison.
Break free I do to
look back at myself
sometimes so I can
write to fill shelves.
What is left of who
I once was one time
are there in a row I
wrote in sane mind.
As you leave facing
the sun cast shadows
you do so unaware
you are of my battle.
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