Your guts scream stop and the sordid sickness make flesh fade
Without closure there are no new roads just dark paths to the past
Cliché fill thoughts, “dammed if I do, dammed if I don’t”, while bile bites
Boxing ugly shadows that laugh at you efforts and watch you slowly die
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A great poem, really like it. A great write. May i invite you to read my poem called, Mental Hospital.