This is a poem for mental health

afraid to talk a nap I wonder the soulless recess of hell

lack of sleep more muscle more every time

the face I love

he hasn’t left the house in fifty years

everything is some kind of mental torture

I hate the name and cannot find my way

Lord is there anyone to help us

Die Like soldier standing up

so many minds broken of dreams

how many can stop

it's an aging population

of selfs

keep saying I am not supposed to be here

and must

Die like a soldier standing up

The bombs will come again

He won’t stop for a christian burial

get ready he hits a again

you try for friendship

too tricky

so you

die like a soldier standing up

food means nothing

the days are not there

I  wish my loved my heart

and together as best we can we

Die like a soldier standing up.

Goodbye

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Bus

Run route # work early quiet

Night blue light return work more chat

earbuds a all over the garden of conversation

edit more names of roads that someone

walking to the back, not done Recently

tomorrow early why no one awake

in summer sunrise

still no talking

you go anywhere away from your hood

exciting people to meet

cozy bus in winter

crazy bus in summer

an excuse when there is no other

BUS

Copyright Phil Musgrave