I feel it
in my veins,
if I can't scratch it out
I'll go insane
Teeth rolling
around flesh and bone
can't help but wonder
'bout the path I chose
I can't make decisions
too filled with doubt.
A clap of thunder
pulls me out
My mind is boring
My flesh is bland
My mind is annoying
I feel just grand
I'm ashamed to want this
A chorus of screams
I feel sick
My skin is green
Smack some sense into me
Make me feel
Whip some pleasure into me
I need to feel
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A good depiction of life at very low ebb, with its deplorable frustrations, well articulated and insightfully penned with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Joshua. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.