Junked

Surely there’s some potion
Some miracle cure
To heal what ails you?
“I’m not ill!”
Was the retort
And then
What was said
Sunk in…
Self-doubt
Got a foot hold
And before too long
A full blown
Neurosis was born.
Bright eyes
Dulled
A body fecund
Fell in on its self
And the soul…
Well it fled.
The self;
Left unattended,
Became a war zone…
The mind
Went mad…
A vortex
A spiral
All downhill
Till the end
An implosion
Spewed out chunks
Splattered them all over
In disgust
They were swept up
Rubbish
No less…

23rd January

Junked

su2anne

Joined April 2011

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the first few lines wouldn’t leave me alone… the jot is what followed
my concern is for the more vulnerable who are don’t have a robust foundation
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