Vicious Circle
Self pity is my pillow
One piece of human emotion
To prove I'm still alive
Heavy medication veils the sun
Montionless throughout daytime tv
Ween out of it around five
When darkness has fallen
I am able to see
It brings with it the familiar paranoia
That somehow helps to set me free
Weigh myself
Against yesterdays decline
An extra few pounds snares perfection
It can't can't be mine....
Copyright © Jo Hayton | Year Posted 2009
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