Acids

… and here I brood

congested thoughts; overwrought
nauseated by what I created

I hate who I have become

gorging anger to keep from swallowing regrets
choking on the force of hopelessness

I am furiously depressed

churning chunks of undissolved guilt
in ulcering acids of anxiety, sparring with society

I am emotionally dyspeptic
I hate who I’ve become

© By PollutedPoet

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1 Comment

  1. 957035 625471I agree with you. I wish I had your blogging style. 610510


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