bright, colored spots
cloud my vision;
knife, twisting in my jaw –
a shadow of the chainsaw
wrecking my brain at night.
neck, stiff and sore;
ibuprofen, my best friend
today.
although you sneak up on me
and stab me in the back,
i will not let you
claw your way back in.
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Another Wandering Soul 
Sounds to me like someone close to you betrayed you?
I love this poem you wrote.
I’m so glad we are friends.
🙂
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yep, some things aren’t easy.
thank you 🙂
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I know exactly. how you feel.
I’ve gone through that as well. Not good at all.
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eh, it will pass. like all things do.
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True…true.
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