A name has been given, not chosen.
Years of having the same thoughts and feelings.
Tried so hard to unravel the mystery of yourself.
Limitless grandiose godlike
Reclusive drowning darkness
Unable to devote time to just one.
No control on when or why
Change happens when it wants
Side effects of a self-abused aging mind
Cycles moving in perfect rhythm
Hidden deep inside are annoying lessons
Cleverly they repeat, usually undetected
Different situations but the same conclusion.
Outcast as if you were contagious
Personal history examined and judged
Treat the illness, create new sickness
It's the Devil's hula hoop!
A game that anybody can play!
About the Creator
J M
I am just a man who enjoys seeing the darker side of life. I have been looking for a way to express myself and possibly assist others in the process by sharing my experiences and finally opening up trying to give myself more options.
Just Sixty Seconds
Oliver sat at a cold, grey steel-covered table. He knew he was next. The longer he sat here, the more confident he knew he wouldn’t make it. His hands were tied to the chair he was sitting on, pushed up against the steel table. A small camera in the corner of the ceiling with a tiny red flashing light was the only thing he was focused on. He felt sick to the stomach. He knew he didn’t have long.
By Joshua Maggs4 days ago in Fiction
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