Each hour beats pain,
is there enough strength
to break through?
My invisible wall.

Imbalance in my physical space,
Grasping for air,
That sound beats on.

I can make this mountain
like so many before,
where is my faith,
which drawer.

Ignore the news
it really is better,
there is a another way
than watching Doom Factor.

Dream of the joy
in making thoughts come alive.
don’t give in,
survive.

16-August-2016; Don Cohoon

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