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...Wrought
By SolApathy
Half charred thoughts brought me to
this page
Writing with what is left of my diminishing rage
Trapped in the spiraling thoughts of the damage I wrought
Within a moment, brief
Burning all that was to be
I cannot control that which is not, me…
Trapped in the shadows of the drugs that are to keep me in check
Instead their darkness—infects
Every thought I try to compose
The pills decompose
Breaking down barriers I built to protect our love
Now only jagged glass, broken on the floor—I cannot get through
Need to stop the runaway train; recapture my brain
If only it was that easy
Doctors inject me with despair;
Whispering that it’s a cocktail of “I don’t care”
I feel the knot of something wrought with empty
Stealing the pain away
And with it the care that I lost you
…Today
Writing with what is left of my diminishing rage
Trapped in the spiraling thoughts of the damage I wrought
Within a moment, brief
Burning all that was to be
I cannot control that which is not, me…
Trapped in the shadows of the drugs that are to keep me in check
Instead their darkness—infects
Every thought I try to compose
The pills decompose
Breaking down barriers I built to protect our love
Now only jagged glass, broken on the floor—I cannot get through
Need to stop the runaway train; recapture my brain
If only it was that easy
Doctors inject me with despair;
Whispering that it’s a cocktail of “I don’t care”
I feel the knot of something wrought with empty
Stealing the pain away
And with it the care that I lost you
…Today
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Wednesday, March 15, 2017.
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"Poetry"
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