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Mad Don Poem
These urges
These urges, tend to surge,
when Im stressed, maybe its a mechanism to curb these thoughts that grab my sub conscious and drag my emotions to the edge.
So the only way to end this phase is either to jab, chug or puff away the dark which ever drug that can pull me out of the slump. Now I understand why some, can not put down the cup, not out of fun or being dumb but for something as small as a laugh or maybe to muff the voices stuck in their drums that bark and ask certain questions with no luck. It seems the plug to switch off the chats is found in the glass, or grass which ever works fast, to numb the heart and bring a feeling that lasts,... but these urges now ask for more just to relax.
Copyright © Mad Don | Year Posted 2022
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Mad Don Poem
Conversations
Conversations I usually have with myself
Of those times I should have faked a smile instead of telling them how I felt,
of those hard times I should have persevered instead of asking for their help,
you just couldn't keep it to yourself? the conversations usually starts off with a belt, in this case, questioning how I dealt with that lady from Sales,
"that was the "only option I usually yell", but the other part of me, quite constantly, can always tell when the response lacks depth and integrity to even convince myself.
Intense,.. these battle do get, to an extent, that I can feel my heart pace, so I have decided to express, these thoughts and emotions on a note pad.
Copyright © Mad Don | Year Posted 2022
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