I am a dying sister #35

Wandering 

So much of it

Bags plodded along day by day

As I have been lost

Inside a tired mission statement 

Inside a sleeping bag full of red ants 

On a sea voyage without a compass

In a night remorse without a scruple 
.

Traveling 

So much of it

The trees passed one by one

As I have been stuck

Inside a National Geographic loop

Inside a nature party track

On a loss of senses of too much painkillers

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