My peace is in bits,
My bits are in pieces.
I'm forced,through a colander through dreams what got broke.
I'm choking on a passion which hangs round my neck.
I'm broken and battered,
Life on the whole is doing me in.
I'm fighting a battle
Got not no chance of winning.
There will be no awards for me in this role.
A tumbled disaster I've lost all my goals.
There is monster living under my dress,
My monster is criminal, it's first name is stress.
It affects my being, it affects every function.
Between here and there and then and now.
In my dark space
I'm stuck at the junction.
I so detest it.
(C)LIVVI