Cleanse My Disposition
I live in constant fatigue
Each day draws ever more energy
from the depleting reserve in my body.
How I want things to change
Aching yearnings and crushed feelings
discomfort and anxiety
riddle my brain into television static:
I am the re-runs of a program
A cleverly disguised face contorted
to look joyful again.
How I want to tell them
of my fears and most sinister nightmares
leeching regrets and true depressions.
I’d like to be held
in the arms of someone close enough
to deeply vent and
Pull out this toxic poison lining my organs.
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