bitter
coldness and depression
my life is a never-ending lesson
to infinity and beyond
my mind is going going gone
I can't remember certain things
certain times
certain dreams
even though I can still tell time
life's a blur
rocking back and forth
resembling grandfather clock for sure
I can't take this anymore
this attitude
this pain galore
I've been through it before
I'm overreacting
this is just creation
I'm writing this poem
in hopes of stimulation
bitterness
cold and alone
holding my cell phone
waiting to be dethroned
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