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Parasites
Some nights I lay awake utterly stressed
Plotting on my future
Can i get some rest?
Everyone wants what they cannot have
what I desire is simple
a break from the pests
the pests of reality
of life itself
avoiding the parasites that stem from hell
searching for change
or perhaps just solace
it seems so unobtainable
until you are in a coffin.
Plotting on my future
Can i get some rest?
Everyone wants what they cannot have
what I desire is simple
a break from the pests
the pests of reality
of life itself
avoiding the parasites that stem from hell
searching for change
or perhaps just solace
it seems so unobtainable
until you are in a coffin.
Published 20th Jun 2020
Author's Note
a poem I wrote in rehab
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22nd Jun 2020 3:40am
Very sad and raw.. liked the metaphor too. Eventually draining you, don’t always see it either. Nice write!
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26th Jun 2020 00:35am
