A nights sleep and the heart pumps bigger
Now what hits is the constant trigger
My skin is so wet, and my nerves are soaked
My soul is flat, and my will is choked
I feel there is light, I feel heat in my eyes
A brighter appearance brings up a good cry
I put down the bottle, throw down the cork
Open the door and skip as I walk
The outlook is clearer, different and real
Feels like the air, has shook off its chill
A smile breaks free, wide and thin
The combined warmth, comes from within
Another same day, from beginning to end
Half wearing the mask, half full of pretend
One extreme to the other, to which I seem bound
Desperately searching, for some middle ground.
Great poem man! This is so weird, this is the first poem I read after finishing a weirdly similar one earlier. First time I tried that style. And first time I’ve read another poem in that style!
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Ah cool glad you liked it. I always style it how I see it to be and how it feels. Great thing about poetry is the opportunity to be flexible for the best effect on people.
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