while yesterday's writ was wont to say
I wish today's words were sweet and gay
I'm malingering in death's cold grip
Seeking solace from the opposer's lip
Tis unfortunate e'er I precede my thresh
With wandering mind and fickle flesh
Sucked into bounteous neurotransmitters flailing adrift
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Author:
Zephyrschild (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A maelstrom of swirling depression and anxiety. Each vying for the highest score.
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Comments1
That is quite the contest and winner takes all? A verse of rhyme that fits and carries one into the fight.
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