The coldest…

What the fuck do I do?

This ill feeling won’t leave me be…

I’ve spun and  spun, I’ve cried and I’ve cursed

Yet this feeling still cleaves to me

I don’t have the inclination to deal with this

I have to have grace, beauty, loneliness, hope & peace

Another downward spiral will surely be my last

I beseech thee dear lord to take the devil outta of my sight –

Unless this really is the end, shit, why didn’t I realize this sooner?

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~ by tashpoeme on March 6, 2010.

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