Not Yet Titled

Not Yet Titled

A Poem by Wooddawg

Partially out of order
odd kinda sorta
color outside the border
mental health disorder
Correct anwser to
which one of these doesn't belong
In the discomfort zone
the forever feeling of wrong
judge and jury
myselves' conversed
at my best
still the worst
A desire, a thirst..
lines well rehearsed.
Only to be hearsed
a bubble I burst..
pull away
cut the chord
collect another
non-particiption award
thirst returns
again I parch
repeat....
Circle!!....March!!....
overdone, underdone, come undone
a swift check into the boards
overthunken and zombified
To nothing, I'm walking towards
As sure as
s**t will stink
As far as I rise
doomed to sink....
eventually..
..that is just me.....

© 2018 Wooddawg


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Added on November 19, 2018
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