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The Struggle

It's that bottle of pills I'd like to take

 

Staring me in the face

 

The easy way out

 

My Great Escape

 

Their evil encapsulated

 

In a small white cylinder

 

Sin ripe for the taking

 

A joy ride with no happy ending

 

Temptation brushes her soft *****

 

Gently across my cheek

 

But entombed they remain

 

 

Pain never ending

 

Motivation for resistance

 

 

To be felt by those held close

 

Dearly beloveds who matter most

 

What unknown effect is felt

 

Worth many times over

 

The suffering endured by an early end

 

By an absence of impact

 

Never to be known

 

By those still to learn Life's little lessons

 

The hole left unfilled

 

Weary wisdom left piled next to it

 

 

So silently war will rage

 

Rapture my soul

 

Tainted with the blood my heart beats

 

Behind closed walls

 

For none to see

 

Blissfully they remain ignorant

 

It is safer this way

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paul-murphy
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Published
May 20, 2012
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