spinning round
like a top
everso slightly
misery loves company
and I'm banging
my brain..
for the words
to come out
to make it all
sound so sane..
but,unfortunatly
a catorgory of
anesthetic and
the profane..
to numb oneself
nevermore to feel
the pain..
life in all it's
grandeure..always
chasing after..
a myth and or vapour..
a release into
another moment..
of hopeless abandonment
self loathing and full
of pain..to feel
that life is a moment
felt or time well
shelved..never
to come this way again..
By Rick Weber
February 27, 2012
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