The Push
The
melancholy rises, black death from underground
Pushing
to get thru’ and take my life around
A curse
thru’ the ages, wrecking it in stages
I must be
courageous, for I am one of the lucky pages
Called to
have darkened plains without dire nails
The rise
hammers at my bedrock with hate filled pails
I keep my
sanity thru’ profound profanity
Denying
deity, that belief in insanity
But time
is the great tantalizer supposedly a tranquilizer
This lie,
a panacea prescribed for paranoia, is Ebenezer
It keeps
the cure while time is consistent
Torturous
miser leaving wrecked humanity indigent
So I harm
myself to anesthetize the pain
Having
the pathway I walk in vain
Temporary
brightness is the sweet high
To get
beyond that’s the bitter I strive to try
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