Poetry by Tim Windisch

Restored


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How long can I hold it in, without bursting at the seams

If everything is so golden, where’s the rest of our dreams

Coughing out detached emotions landing before you the

detritus

Ugly shadows stealing sunlight robbing all the hope and joy inside

us

Cutting into my soul

Losing all thought control

Villains! The path to my happiness got cored

Hold me closer, bring it back make me restored

Draw the curtains is that rain, sometimes that’s all it

really takes

Courses through me, the pain, my entire body stiffens and

everything aches

So, when my brain is choosing which, deal with my dreams or

respond to my bones

Cool one for me babe flip the switch, soothe me and let’s

silence our cell phones

Cutting into my soul

Losing all thought control

Villains! The path to my happiness got cored

Hold me closer, bring it back, make me restored

Restored

Tim Windisch

04/02/2024

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