Egg

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My mind is an egg

Submitted: December 12, 2011

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I’m prone to suicide.

Provided I have the time.

Whipped back and forth.

Lost in the tide.

Hiding from the shore I claim as mine.

Focused on the dark, the empty, the unknown.

Alone while my friends leave me behind,

I’m drowning and choosing not to breath

There’s a light above me. I choose not to see.

What lies ahead, but instead underneath?

Beneath layers of blue,

I brew up a tolerance.

Grew up a vengeance.

Patients a virtue but I’m sinking fast.

 Thinking how long this tweaking will last.

My mind is and egg.

Waiting to crack.


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