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Positive Life = Shitty Poetry
Blank spaces in vivid lines
Desperate shrieking interupted by whispers
My voice is shaky
And my fingers don't work
I cannot repair these seams
In my broken poetry
It just won't flow the same anymore
Seems I only create something
That can reach out and grab me by the neck
When I'm drowning in bad choices
Laced with regret
Desperate shrieking interupted by whispers
My voice is shaky
And my fingers don't work
I cannot repair these seams
In my broken poetry
It just won't flow the same anymore
Seems I only create something
That can reach out and grab me by the neck
When I'm drowning in bad choices
Laced with regret
Published 5th Aug 2017
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Anonymous
17th Aug 2017 6:39am
Some of the stuff we may think are the worst turn out to be up there with our best. I enjoyed this, and can relate. I wonder why it is the juices flow the best when things are at their worst... Pain: the Great Motivator.
