When is it right,
Where is it allowed,
Why must I struggle wherever I turn, to
Whittle away a zone of peace and safety?
Whispering, niggling voices inside
Wedge their way into every
Waking moment, unceasingly
Whipping my conscience into frenzied
Whirlwinds of activity.
Where, oh, where do I find the
Wherewithal to
Weep a world of unshed tears?
Mosaic Minds
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