i am troubled sometimes
no cries
no angry outbursts
no tearing at flesh
but troubled enough
into sighs and huffs
and folds of isolation
love or no love
smiles feared or accepted
those looking, look away
rewarding each breath
with the willingness for another
still walking below the sun
a vagabond’s pace
slower than expected
pondering nothing and undone
i am troubled into moments
without words or meanings
eyes like a sunset
before gone
becomes lost
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