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Cíara McNamara
Poems
Oct 2014
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I fill myself with strange men
Bottle innards
And illegal blends.
On a one way system,
Labelled
“self-destruct”
By the spectators and their lust.
Driven by my insanity –
Fuelled by lacking faith in humanity –
Caused by my depravation,
Isolation, and lack of conscious restoration.
That pitied stare cast from judging eyes
Sends chilled shivers down my breaking spine.
My will is breaking –
The
“fight”
others speak of
To
“pull through”
,
An obvious deficit in me.
Encouraged by insanity,
Or does she welcome it?
Have I cocooned my insanity – nurturing it?
Or have I always been so tumble-lost,
Void and weakly?
Self – Destructive or
it
destructing self?
Oh me and my, and our insanity.
Is it me at fault,
Or humanity?
#depression
#life
#illness
#thoughts
#insanity
#humanity
#me
Written by
Cíara McNamara
Ireland
(Ireland)
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