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One too many hits to the Head

 

My being is marred

by me and my greed.

A wretched purple lens

tints every sky

before my eyes.

 

I am not safe enough,

so fear stifles and stunts.

I watch myself operate

behind a screen in tears

of sheer, hopeless boredom.

 

Every now and then

a big blast of life

electrifies my lights

and makes me feel

alright. Then Vanishes.

◄ Sugar

Lazy Bones ►

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Ferris Ty Taylor

Fri 22nd Sep 2023 06:18

Thank you Manish! Intense and concise is what I aim for most of the time, so this is nice to hear!

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Manish Singh Rajput

Tue 19th Sep 2023 18:50

I feel this poem. It's written with great intensity and with a perfect use of vocabulary.
Thank you.

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