Bored with work ‘cause there’s too much to do
Wasting my time instead listening to music
Writing words to fill my head
Filling my soul with the takers of pain
Drinking some smoking then writing again
And imbibing
Deep breathing
To scribble again
Slow music better than no music
Quiet music better than loud
Hot tunes hold my mind in line
This night goes so slow – so unkind
The shakes once again start me shaking
It’s the fault of quick thinking whilst sitting
The tongues through my head
Keep me waking
Drastic action has me waiting
So long that eyes close under eyelids
Strange thoughts prop my psyche
Weird music and thinking
Sad slow – stoppage drinking
pushes time
to just over the brink!
Yes it is, get away from this effed up place.
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It’s a good place right, every so often…
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I know the feeling. Been there.
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Thank you. I appreciate your comment!
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Wow, very intense poem. Nicely penned. Wish you the best – speak766
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