Wednesday, April 09, 2025

Blues Grinder

Nose to the grindstone
The mortar of regret
The days stretch, unending
Shackles untethered,
Healing foregone
A sameness, repetition
The blues grinder in effect

Late at night, exhaustion
Barely able to catch a breath
Restless spirit, searching
The feeling of being alone
Hopeless cause,
Unbearable odds
Still, the truth is our sanctuary


Aburi mask


Blues Grinder, a playlist


A soundtrack for this note (spotify version) A few remakes to round off the blues grinder. Keep your head down, your time will come.

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