Catch 22 Read Count : 8

Category : Poems

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The weight of my thoughts is crushing my soul,

Pushing me down into the hole.

Like a leach that sucks out my positive,

Leaving a carcass full of negative. 

Everything is taking a turn for the worse,

I have trouble just thinking up new verse.

Dammit, it sucks.  I have no control. 

Everything is dying, even my soul.

To be happy, I know what to do, 

But it leaves me stuck in a Catch 22.

Comments

  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Tough situation đŸ¦‹great writing

    Aug 26, 2019

  • Aug 26, 2019

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