Cleanse My Disposition

I live in constant fatigue

Each day draws ever more energy 

from the depleting reserve in my body.

 

How I want things to change

Aching yearnings and crushed feelings

discomfort and anxiety

riddle my brain into television static:

I am the re-runs of a program

A cleverly disguised face contorted

to look joyful again. 

 

How I want to tell them

of my fears and most sinister nightmares

leeching regrets and true depressions. 

I’d like to be held

in the arms of someone close enough 

to deeply vent and

Pull out this toxic poison lining my organs. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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