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Do I Surrender
Chemicals flow through my gray matter,
some gingerly trickle like serene mountain streams,,,
Others rush and collide like a swollen rivers rage against its banks,
Concocting emotions, desires and often insanity,,,
There is no cure for this anomaly, that seems to occur daily,
it all began so smooth and blissful as a child,,,
As age progressively takes me over with no option,
these rushes of chemicals seem to be taking me hostage,,,
Voices they come and go grasping each tendril tightly, though
at times ever so softly, caressing and chocking me in ways I knew not existed,,,
Can the smooth and blissful feelings as a child return once more
and help me get through a day without confusion and strife,,,
Or do I surrender to the voices pleas to end my life?
some gingerly trickle like serene mountain streams,,,
Others rush and collide like a swollen rivers rage against its banks,
Concocting emotions, desires and often insanity,,,
There is no cure for this anomaly, that seems to occur daily,
it all began so smooth and blissful as a child,,,
As age progressively takes me over with no option,
these rushes of chemicals seem to be taking me hostage,,,
Voices they come and go grasping each tendril tightly, though
at times ever so softly, caressing and chocking me in ways I knew not existed,,,
Can the smooth and blissful feelings as a child return once more
and help me get through a day without confusion and strife,,,
Or do I surrender to the voices pleas to end my life?
Published 18th May 2012
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