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Calming down

I sit here now. In this hard chair
before my fingers moved
expression, a blank stare

Warm tea.
racing mind
big questions
A refuge from my life
I am trying to find

Through words I type
My thoughts into compression
ski the bottom of the hill
to express is my obsessions

I shake
either sitting
or laying awake

my mind is out of control
Can't blame it
I put the throttle to full

is this right?
to write?
to seek refuge from the fire and light
blinding,
blinding white

My mind

Out of control

throttle valve stuck on full

Pain, agitation.
they want quiet from thier procreation
Through medication, or meditation
only one has control over the situation

the knifepoint of consentration
A knife pointed at me, I lost faith in
along for this journey I am ridding
No more just served sidings.

Like this, I wrote
musical harmony
note for note
possitivity for neggativity
Red hot comfy coat.
acceptance and fufilment
I wore while wrote

like now. except laying in bed
red hot anger.
saying things
only myself to hear.
a fire in my house
so large my skin seers.

restless of chained up pain
I need to find the answer
free me from not being sane

Thought into action
no need to explain
execpt the pain

I lie on the edge.
knowing both sides
one side to abide by
one side to soar and fly
Departure or torture

My blankets are cold.
Screw is
and I roll

I am bound to this ground
to be free, wind with a hiss
body is numb, mind queit
Oppres me no longer,
I will return to the ground
asleep, fast and sound.

Looking back,
I feel.
looking back,
I now know
what is real

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