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Whatever...
I've done this
I've done that
Wish I could push them down to the dark, dark abyss
Makes my heart weep like the obese do for their fat
Whatever....
The problems keep resurfacing.
I can feel the wooziness come back
What was the purpose in
All the things that make me want to hack?
Whatever....
I'm a man
I don't complain
That's my plan
But what do I do with all this overflowing pain
Whatever...
All the haziness
Has to find a place in my mind
All the craziness
To sit in my heart that's yearning for a better time
Whatever....
This mask is getting tighter and tighter
I can feel the cracks
I can feel my demons are starting to morph into worse fighters
Until I'll have no more bones to break in my back
Whatever.
Very modern! I love the
Very modern! I love the length of the poem. It's also very well-written.
There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.
Heroes are not meant to survive.
A mix
This is an interesting mix. It feels like I'm getting a peak into your mind as you are thinking but also it is poetry. I happen to rather like that your piece gives off that kind of feel when read. Good job :)
Hormonal Rush
Speaking, of course, from the few I have left, I used to feel like that when I had raging hormones...then I got...the writing bug and like the West Nile Virus, it slowed my thinking down, the mind swollen with cast off flotsom and real flotsom. Be well and keep 'em comin. Love those quandries and the search - allets