Noise, I requested you...to make no more
The wheels kept turning but I stood still. Even now. I'm still just a few feet away from where I turned. I can smell the past, rotting. I look towards the east for a breeze or even a light wind. Has motion ceased? I only requested for silence.
Direction seems to have become lost in a fog that surrounds me. It fills my lungs with such uncertainties and further doubts. It clouds my reason and slowy settles in my chest. Why do I heave and why do I sweat in this unforgiving climate.
Forgive me god and let me rest.
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