Hazy

The same feeling building up again
My head spinning from its wake
Reborn to steal my peace
Light headed patterns trace me.

Silent I wait to rid this spell
Too many times I have lost before
Make another cup of tea instead
Old patterns long since past
Old cycles that don’t last.
Hazy words distract me
From feeling more than my past.

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