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Mental State

Mental state

		Stained fingertips
		Gold tobacco and poisons sips
		But whatever helps me sleep right?
		Maybe I’m to blind to see for proper sight
		So, I top up, ready for war and another lonely night
		Why fight these things done daily, when you are 
                 gone so lately

		Sometimes I see demons in my smoke
		Whispers in my mind, just one more toke
		Then, an angel offers salvation, one clean breath of 
                hope
		Lord knows why we do these things to cope
		But now it’s getting late, time to drop all this self- 
                hate.

		Now you must learn to love yourself,
		Wealth it comes from a little change
		I know you will rearrange your mental state
		It’s not at all to late,.
                It’s not…

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Carole Speirs

Date: 9/6/2022 3:24:00 AM

I like the last line's positivity. Also, that the poet is battling with negative thoughts but he rises above these and reaches a place of hope when it's 'not at all to late' ending on an unfinished line Open to possibilities. A very vivid picture in a very personal poem.