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behind my back I lay quietly in wait
I am tested to the limit by my own selfish hate
at any given moment the negative shall surface
to pounce upon and defy
for my own severed soul I can't even permit
myself to cry
hands clasp in great effort to call upon help
in a time of lost hope
a new horizon up ahead awaits me that of which
will begin without the aid of dope
not the kind of drug you shoot up into your arm
to feel the glorious high
but the kind of drug the mind puts out to make
one believe the world would be a better place
if you were to die
what will I feel when every negative emotion
and thought blend into a complete and equal
sphere
will I wish I had not begged to differ or will I
find my head at last alert, capable and clear
one must learn without the negative
positive cannot exist
at my own ignorance to this
I shake my angry fist.....
(written April 12,1991)