Inner Plague


Inner Plague

Seems I am a man of pattern
I have this burning flame
From which I can never put out
For I can never be more than same

I go through a cycle
That repeats every year
Happy to sad to rage
For I am what I fear

A vicim to my own thoughts
My actions delay my progress
So much I have lost my goal
Being absorbed by the stress

I become blind to what I know
Acting off of impulse
I am lost to my way
Beginning to convulse

Trembling emotions
Make for an unsteady mind
Violent actions come
Yet relief I can not find

Spinning down the rabbit hole
I have lost my touch
With nothing new to grasp
Emptiness is all I clutch

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About shoelessboywonder

Poet and cook, I'm just starting out in the web world trying to grow a fan base for my poetry, it seems like its off to a good start and the site is also made for me to improve upon my writing skills so please rate and comment on the poems you like best, feedback is the greatest way to success thanks for checking me out and my site. View all posts by shoelessboywonder

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