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Rory
Poems
Apr 2019
Psychosomatic
I'm sorry I cry so much about it but I literally can't stop
Every day it never changes but it's always something new
Cancer. Heart attack. Stroke. Aneurysm
Stress is eating me alive and there's not much of me left for it to even pick their teeth with
Fear, delusion, panic, obsession
Oppression and compulsion
An ingrained response
Paging Dr. Google. Click the same links. Old information
Old fears
Old tears
It gets so boring after a while. It deludes you into think it's fresh
'That's new.' No it's not. Fears repeat themselves
Wasn't I worried about you a couple months ago?
The reactions are tired
The horse is dead
Please stop
I know it's irrational. I'm sorry. If I could fix this, I would.
More of a stream of consciousness rambling than an actual poem.
Written by
Rory
21/Non-binary/New Jersey
(21/Non-binary/New Jersey)
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