All at Once - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

All at Once

All at once,
Each thought
More intrusive than the last,
Vying for attention,
Demanding flashing signs.
In the turbulence,
A small voice beckoning,
Comfort and solace,
Purpose.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer