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Where do I begin
to describe,
this sea with no end?
All these years,
and all these tears
have led to this
huge sea of fears.
This ocean I have cried,
waxes and wanes
with its moonlit tide,
bringing in present pain
from demons of anxiety
is all I gain.
It slowly subsides
and I can breathe,
only to come back
like a den of thieves.
Gnashing at my soul
like a hungry demon,
these fears are relentless
in the darkness of my prison.
This is some of the price I pay,
and the Cross I must bear,
that very few know
and even fewer care.
Mr. Cooper holds a Bachelor Degree in Communications and is a Certified Bee Keeper.
J.D. Cooper
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