30 June, 2016

Just Another Day

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Tear stains like crystal icicles
run down my gutters of life
Manic attack 1:30 am
relentless… like an angry snake
If that were true
A lot less painful
Vicious grip my soul
I see that aged window
Cracked but not broken
like a piercing hole in the midnight fog
The poreclain throne lies before me
Shining, glimmering, drawing attention
It offers no empathy
Life as a refugee
Misunderstood and a victim of stereotypes
Please take me away
Just another day

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