Purple Haze

My wounds feel wrong
my joy in a haze
is this just a season
a passing pretty phase?
Does the mind know what it feels
does it feel truly safe
does it yearn for solitude or 
its people that it craves
Is my glass half empty
or the plate half full
Is it just the dim lights
or my life’s sweet lull
The door awaits
a faint knock
as it turns midnight
on a stopped clock
Will I live the other day
just to die in a smile
or will I stay here in the purple haze
will I stay here a while?

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