This temperature is hellish
I'm developing something devilish
Dark dismal so darn bad
I wish I didn't but I had- and now that I have gone so wrong
been there and done that before
would like to say I'm innocent,
but you'll find that I'm
full of shit.
~I hear that therapy is a good idea
I have an office that I go to every year.
An appointment that I keep --
Once a week the same advice
"you did that once, just don't do it twice"
I wouldn't say that this is Fiction
in fact- I'd say it is from an old Addiction,
that scooped me up and swallowed whole
the contents of my soul..
Now I wouldn't say this is typical of the current ME-
or that I'm not wonderful or
something social
splendidly cute, and cuddly.
nor is this 'instinctual naughtyness'
In fact I'd say out of all fairness,
I'd chalk it up to claiming:
"It's not all my fault!"
sometimes life is just like pouring on too much salt...
a bruise, a bang, a bad assault.
Insulting, but bruises tend to heal
and when you fall you get up again...
so welcome to my den.
This collection is from
good ole fashioned
"dysfuncional upbringing",
Rage, Strange and Horrific experiences
curious georges, please follow me....
past this door~
... and into some of my poetry...
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