Losing my shit

[supersonic]

This is a walk in the park.
Central park midnight.
I'm being mugged again by these insecurities.
I'm being robbed again of this happiness that I pretend to hold in my hands.
It always seems to slip out like fish slipping away never seeing where it lands.
I know this fit, I'm losing my shit,
again.
And we all know it'll be better, but while we dwell in this furnace melting slowly away the thought of air conditioning still doesn't seem quite comforting.
You see this is a stroll down a long hallway, this is me unable to capture the images clearly enough to focus my ability into direction.
I'm a beggar again holding my hands out for some shard, some scrap.
And I see millions of kings sharing my face walking away their hands full of gold.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.

 

[Binkie]

I like that I think its a good poem I feel like its talking about writting. I know what its like to have the muse fuck with you only to take it away. Super you only loose your shit if you have to hang tight.
A
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The more you run over a dead cat the flatter it gets...

 

[Dtergent]

i liked that! great poem. ü
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he not busy being born is busy dying.

 

[entropope]

FUCK!!
This is exactly how I feel right now
I empathise my friend