Hanging on...

Sometimes I can’t breathe

Sometimes my heart feels tight.

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It feels tangled in the green vines
Hanging from the trees of the arroyo.

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They told me not to swing in the vines.

One can break. No one knows which one's the good one.
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But I jumped

Still hanging on...

Sulk in Solitude Left for You by Me or Grumbled Darkness (undecided)

Grumbled solitude

indulge in darkness

run into dreams that burn.

Permission granted

to be released

into a crowd of fools.

Hide in the masses

your anguished notions

for me to never find.

Darkness grumbled,

"Indulge in dreams

run from solitude it burns."