Chemical Malady
Can’t function without it
The conjunctional life
And punctures confounding
A subjugal strife
My endurance depleting
My inevitable fallacies
Determined to beat this
Chemical malady
but
Deep down in the ditch
Is where I feel safe
Weak in the grips
Of insanity’s embrace
You can’t lift me out
Try as you may
Insipid, I pout
Is this where I’ll stay?
(Written 09/17/2018)
Copyright © Brandon Connor | Year Posted 2018
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