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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What the hell did I do.. This question posed aggressively now in my conscious mind. I bury my head in my knees, and sob relentlessly asking why, and mumbling man you really did it this time. Party at my place he screams, and Man you don’t ever stop by. These images scroll the Rolodex of my subconscious side. Try this it will make you feel great! You’ll have no worries for at lest the next eight. Doesn’t that sound great! That’s when it hit me, like a shot straight through the heart. I parted my metaphoric sea shore, my arms, my legs, they are the oars. Swimming through the blue abyss, always watching close for shore. Then little by little always needing more, and more. The hours and days went by, oh my god how I was high. My euphoric mind never pressed for time, no matter the dime. Clouds on the horizon a thunderous sky. It was even getting late, and the moon began to pull at the tide. Looking back I see this was going to be a very long ride. Pushing forward toward the shore, limb for limb, tired and sore. Screaming, hurry up and get here, where out, and have got to have more. Then the lighting began to show it’s power, and the wind had the waves in a roar. The rain stinging torn & chapped skin. I began to lose consciousness, now at a merciless Drift. Pulled way out, fast and swift. Their would be few that would adore. As they wonder how long, before I’d wash back ashore. What the hell did I do.. This question, posed aggressively now in my conscious mind.
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