Getting lost in a peaceful bliss

Feeling the touch of ethereal slumber

A lightness not found on Earth

Heaviness without weight or girth


The world is in tatters

As if any of that matters

People will pay pretty pence to live like mad hatters

The longing to take a step off that ladder….


Shelving desires

To hit tire shaken pavement

Repressing fires

To burn it down and ask where it all went


Stability for the shaken

Solitude for the solemn

Sound for the speechless

Surrender for the soldiers


Who goes full throttle,

when you can capture the past in a bottle?

Fact to concede to the calm….

Fatigue to carve out the comatose…..


~Austin R Ryan


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