How To Feel Good - Poem by Wullien Thang
Try a little control on a twitch
turns into a pressure, into a deep scratch
nails digging on skin to repress,
all these emotions, mixed and going
they never stop, headache;
a pull to the mind,
a twitch to the body.
No good at all
Not a better,
but just a wish for little good
the little peace that's never attained.
Incessantly, never ending thoughts
Flushing the whole system.
Loneliness, loss of touch
reality distorts with each gap
all around is 'enemy'.
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