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My Words, My Therapy
My words, My therapy
This masterpiece that is about to be written
As I am thinking about the first verse
Thoughts resonating with each keystroke
Each word slowly lifting the curse
Mind feels like it's in an endless loop
As I figure out what to convey
Words that must mimic my thoughts
So as not to lead one astray
What will I attain by releasing the inner demons
That stake claim by disillusion
Easily swaying the mind to be torn asunder
Must I now seek absolution?
This masterpiece that is about to be written
As I am thinking about the first verse
Thoughts resonating with each keystroke
Each word slowly lifting the curse
Mind feels like it's in an endless loop
As I figure out what to convey
Words that must mimic my thoughts
So as not to lead one astray
What will I attain by releasing the inner demons
That stake claim by disillusion
Easily swaying the mind to be torn asunder
Must I now seek absolution?
Published 21st Mar 2015
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21st Mar 2015 1:28pm
Words are our therapy. And those inner demons suck when they claim the best of who we are. Nice write.
21st Mar 2015 8:24pm
Thank you much for your comment Jezebelles_Hell. This has actually helped me more than my own flesh and blood therapist.
