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Fragile long I’ve been 
Broken like a split wind
Leaves blow through the doorway into the hall 
Another scandalous fall
Desperately trying to fight the call to split 
Some wit I’ve nurtured 
An insecurity blanket I’ve carefully knit 
Two wrist I’ve quickly slit 
A demon liquid settles in the pit of my stomach 
Another subject at the soul that I can’t afford 
Be reassured I’ve left a trail on the floor 
Self medicated I’m sure I won’t be sore 

I’ve been watching the peoples lips but I can’t find a meaning in the static sound
But apparently it pounds 
Rounds up my thought applies some spackle to my crack smile 
Dials in my senses 
Fences of my heart and my cowardly mind darts for the door 
In a room full of ghost I feel dead the most 
And each line I write is pondered 
Many like blue notes are the scripts I’ve wrote
I refuse to sugar coat all the words I’ve wrote 
If they fail to float to the top of your mind 
You will find they shall sink to the bottom of your heart

The lights flicker and I peer into the eyes of the ghostly figure
Who will blink first 
My lips crack with thirst 
And I look down to one thing worse
My cracked smile cracks the mirror 
The ghostly figure turns and glides to the light switch besides the door
He cracks a smile with a turn of the head 
While smirking he spoke cursing me with another seven years bad luck

Am I speaking in some forgotten language 
That can’t be manage by the mind 
My tongue is silver lined 
Once I went to the docs and said doc I don’t feel fine
Can you manage or help to find a remedy for what has been ailing me
So he pointed and said “well you see kid it’s right here, your heart of complexity”
Selectively he spoke his words in some kind laughable manor
And he ended with “this is no laughing matter”
I said please doc save your flattery it’s surely wasted on me
What is the answer to my medical mystery 
He replied “I detect a hint of misery” 
But I experimented with humility and on occasion solitaria
Counted my blessings sparingly 
But none of these things seemed fair to me
So I paid respects in the streets
Tipped my glass to nonconformity 
Drank to everything that was, is, and always will be 
Like the sun moon and their inaccuracy 
So sick of bureaucracy
So doc won’t you doctor me 
Doc spoke up factually “quite honestly kid you baffle me”
Well thanks doc thought I give it a shot
Thanks for your time it means a lot 
It hit the spot
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