Bowling Pin

Tue, 11/08/2016 - 04:27 -- Vriens

As I wake up from my nightmare

I’d ready myself for my day’s mare

Striving, straightening up my thinking

About priorities, and start leaving


Oh please, please I’m pleading

Is this the reality of living?

Cloaking up my common self

And thinking things like they’re off the shelf


I don’t know why they always seem depressing,

Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle,

Either it’s the climate or the state of mind I’ve built

Sometimes playing dead seems better than me existing


There are things I could do for this affliction

But from the things that mattered there are with my demons

Temptations wherever I go

Seeking diversions to restrain myself whenever I try to glow


These demons are diurnal and are unjustly inexorable

I do not know how to make myself uncontainable

Colleagues are afflicted in this demon’s town

So I myself is jousting these demons down

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