-Infected- with *PSD
My luck is tough,
My life has been rough,
I cannot feel my dreams,
I dream of dreams, that can't be felt.
In the deep corners of my mind
There is something there no one will ever find
I close my eyes and disappear into a world of loneliness
CAN I TELL YOU HOW I FEEL??
This is how I feel!
I feel lost, then I feel complete
How can this be?
Poor little old me~
I find myself with this crazy addiction
A state that moves me causing all kinds of unnecessary friction
Becoming another weak addict to something greater than,
------------Drugs and Alcohol
This affects my entire family
No one around me is sure on how to react
This addiction makes crack look like an antibiotic
I see it in their faces
They gave up the practice when it comes to tough love
Guilty I confess, an addict in my own house
Far from reality, not caring about that man once called my spouse
Yes, I chose my dose of non-fictional poets over him
I don't feel the shame the day I let him walk away
Far, far away, I had nothing to say
Hitting rock bottom, maybe it's too late to rebuild my life
Not wanting to claw my way out of the hole
Rebuilt I will, through a magical poem, in this soup bowl
Here, you find me swimming with a crowd of wonder
Other creative people whose words speak louder than thunder
At first I thought I found a means to lock out all the bother
Hiding from all my responsibilities
Letting go of all my possibilities
Lacking the strong point of running out from the shaft
I sit here--
Sadder than the saddest tears you've ever experienced
Behind the soup screen, is where I found myself
I told nobody else.
I'm failing to admit to my fellow poets
The soup is a wonderful disease,
It keeps me from a good sleep,
With all these poems that put my mind at ease
I love the way it has full control, no matter where I go
It's true like an addict, family, friends don't matter anymore
I log on and want more, more and more.
Every poet here has been here for me through good or bad
Like a drunk suck!ng it up when I feel sad
The poetry soup, ~ IS MY VERY OWN SIN CITY!
Here is where I want to spend eternity
Embrace, me in ways that make me happy
Here I feel - - I feel - - SO! - - SO! - -SO! Free!
A simple disease that needs no cure
Here I feel very secure
This is no drug, here you find no rock & roll
I'm drinking up the soup, like an alcoholic's goal
Spreading the poetry soup disease, puts my mind at ease
Knowing poetry over powers' suicidal thoughts anytime.
REST IN PEACE
With A Poetry Soup Disease