"Thorns", a more recent poem

9/4/11, 9:49am

i cant fuckin write anymore it escapes me just like everything else as i lay here incapacitated capsized and drowning in the pain and distress of this goddamn motherfucking thorn in my side i can’t control it, it controls me every aspect of my life and comfort and way of being and im drowning for the first time i feel like im losing like my stubborn disposition and iron strong will are not enough and i cant seem to wrap my mind around that i fight and fight yet get no where like a bed of quicksand in the jungle and the jaguars are closing in..........
but no this cannot be i will not succumb to this which i dont even understand but i tell you i shout it to the heavens so that it reverberates throughout the universe my intent has never failed me before “but look at others who have said so yet failed” fuck you and your negative bullshit i must cling to this one thought its all i have as my side pounds and splits and cuts me to a million sad little pieces cant you see its all i have as i drown it may very well be what saves me what keeps me afloat just like you love please don’t leave you keep me goin when i can’t go anymore when i can’t write anymore i can’t write anymore

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