SONYA A WATSON

I spoke to the universe seeking aid.

The universe chose not to render aid. 

My lungs needed air. 

I thought this dream had one true heir. 

When meaningful thoughts came due,

There was nothing my mind could do.

With the flowery words buried in a dreary hole,

My world felt fractured, not quite whole. 

I begged the universe to be my aide 

For me, myself and I could not render aid.

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