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Feb 2013
It hits in waves.

To begin,
it throws a right jab
(the lack of energy
with a hefty dose of insomnia.)

Next,
it follows up with a nasty left hook
(the irritability)
(the self-doubt)
(the mood swings)
(the paranoia.)

And finally,
it finishes you
a mean right uppercut
with those bone-crushing
cataclysmic
abysmal
angry
angsty
blues.

Gripped by a dark world,
NO hope
NO light
and most painfully
NO LOVE.

Regardless of how hard
you search
you know
it can only be taught to you again
because you don't recognize it anymore
it is a blank spot now.

You knew you would have to pay the price
to experience such a sensation
and you'd heard of the stories of how it
changed people
but you still craved that excitement
of the unknown
the forbidden fruit
and you had your taste
but it consumed you too
until now,
you're fighting the beast
that threatens to
overthrow the true you.

This is a fight you must not lose.
Mychael LooseArrow
Written by
Mychael LooseArrow  Denver, CO
(Denver, CO)   
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   William James Crowell and ---
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