Nothing seems to quell this itch.
Digging myself even deeper in the ditch.
Everything in me wants to rage out but I don't flinch.
Found something new that provides my quench.
It's inside where I hold the most pain.
Nothing ever goes my way.
Boo hoo what a shame.
But was it my mind I needed to reframe?
Or shall I dance with the devil and cement my place in the game?
Ugly boils deep within.
Relative to what I call kin.
Learning to float on the waves when they come in.
Digging into what's been hidden.
~I.S.~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 26th, 2024 21:57
- Comment from author about the poem: 11.2023.10
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If you can float on the waves it is a positive. Drowning is the unsavoury alternative. It helps if you are a good swimmer. I enjoyed your words this morning IS.
Thank you for your time and comment!
Superb work.
Thanks Thomas!
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