I can hardly manage to make this rhyme,
I'm having quite a bad time.
Simile and metaphor are too much work
And I've really been acting like a jerk.
My mind wills me to stay awake.
But it should really know better.
It's my sanity at stake.
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Author:
PerditaRose (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I thing I need to walk away for a little while. The holidays always do this to me.
- Category: Sad
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I have been there and it always turns around. Stick with it would miss your rhyme
Don't worry. Life is still good.
Sometimes you just have to walk in the fresh air, clear the lungs.
In saying that, it's blowing a storm out yonder. Maybe just stay in and reflect.
Thank you, Paul. I didn't mean to be quite so melodramatic, but I did need to make at statement for myself, to give myself permission to take a rest, and to let myself off the hook. Now, I can take a deep breath, decompress, and walk in the fresh air, as you said. That's all I intended.
Failing that, the nearest bar.
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