Lost and alone yet with compass and friends,1
The compass has rusted, the friends have combusted,2
My soul is like mustard, bitter and sharp,3
Back to the place where my fragility starts,4
Back in the space where my ability darts,5
My virility parts,6
My serenity halves7
Stuck in place where I can’t choose my paths,8
Enter the world where my honesty starves.9
Say hello to yourself,10
Say hello to yourself,11
Once hidden, derision, has made a decision, 12
To cut the incision, with surgeons precision and apathy’s mission13
Cement your oppression embrace the depression,14
Becoming obsession15
Living my profession. 16
A contest entry
- Deep Waters by InksterMoxy.
475 points, ended January 19, 37 entries
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Comments
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man
you gotta leave your job
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