Oh! Wretched Me

Ted Kouretas (c) 2017

I come to you from some nadir below

My wretched soul searching for mercy

Mercy comes to those who wait and plot

Who seize the moment

When it does come

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I come to you from lofty towers

On the acme of a jeweled hill

Where consternation stirs

Oh

Wretched me

 Alone with myself

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From the unknown valleys of my mind

I break through the void

I distinguish between road forks

I become one with time

And place

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I exist in an ebb and flow through time

Parked here

Partly to serenade

Partly to understand

But fully to find an apt copilot

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Time is a diversion

Fear is akin to practicality

For they were both formed

 By the big boss men