Heres a poem or poem verse .. or whatever the hell you call it that I wrote and find would amuse your eyebuds to read .
My lungs progressively fail me quick at the thought of reparation,
So to speak .
Or will I regress again and blame my acclaimed impressions for not crying out to the clouds ?
Satisfaction can never be quenched but nor squandered So , don't I want it now ?
I would never comprehend the uncertainties of my one tracked mind ,
Still scrapping the pieces of the past to feel the atmosphere around ,
But would still avail to nothingness , As I have always felt helpless .
Partake with me , empathise your best prejudices and call the court to adjourn .
For that is all you will and have done .
Relentless .
Well at this point its probably a poem on its on but call it what you want . Feel free to read it again and again if your feeling like crap .
Works for me .
Byes.
(Also, heres something cool to listen to while reading , it adds 'ambience' so to say , lol)
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