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Drained, But Full
Compelled by my job to put in double shifts;
One after another, this week has become a blur.
Unable to focus clearly, my mind is scattered;
Yet, I feel my soul anchored into the deep waters.
Drained of my energies, drained of my free time;
Drafted to work sixteen hours a day; day after day.
This outage has colored my mind with a purple haze;
But my soul is restored by the stream under the oak.
My head is spinning, my mind is adrift in this moment;
As it is only my soul that is able to pour out this poem.
Watching this poem flow onto the paper before me;
Yes, my mind is drained; but full is my heart and soul.
23Oct09
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