Many become submerged in a boiling pot of witches stew where your mind, body and soul becomes the brew. Fear held within, bewildered and confused can be the makings of an early grave. Pull your strength from deep within, run away from the weak and become the brave.
Mental illness, that abominable scar infects the world no matter where you are. You Can not help the arrogant glued, they’ll frustrate the hell out of you. Protect yourself from fostering such pain, you may be the innocent blanketed in the bluest rain. An empty shell with no ability to care will take you down when you stand unaware.
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soul becomes the brew...heading fear is so sad. This is very interesting poem shared really.....10
I'm running but not getting anywhere need someone the road to share thanks Melvina-10
Yes, sometimes it is essential to have moral support. Thanks, Melvina