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Thursday, 9 June 2016

Poem: Weapon of Sobriety

You are in a place you should not be, 
Its my mind, cluttered and chaotic; 
Leaving me shackled to my dreams, 
Darkened with thoughts of yearnings. 

My heart has fled illegally, 
To a mindless space with no warmth; 
The beating turned to light flutters, 
Forming a melody for goodbye. 

I need sobriety, 
It is my best weapon against you; 
It deters me from reaching for you, 
Or your thoughts, when I am alone.

I need to be free, 
Not trapped where you could find me, 
And subject me to your prowess, 
So that I fall too deep, 6 feet too deep. 

Copyright © 2016 thearcticstar

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