Miracle Care
As the silence keeps growing.
The performance keeps going.
I cannot deal with myself, I'm not steel.
I got the feeling within itself, I'm not real.
I frown upon my choices, and drown in their voices.
I wish to be above the earth.
I'm not worthy of love.
There ain't no miracle care for me.
I need to bear the obstacle.
The angst ridden life isn't enjoyable.
The smitten knife is unavoidable.
This poem is about:
Me
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