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    • Feb 18, 2023
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I Cry And I Cling

Grasping for any sense of normalcy

I cry and I cling

I grasp and I swing

To find what’s normal


What’s in my head

And in my soul

Does not feel normal to me

I feel lost

I feel hopeless

I feel astray


An empty bowl

With nothing to hold

A cold wick

Without a flame

An engine

With no oil or gas


Whats normal to me is

Mental disorders and mood swings

Not wanting to know what the next day brings

So I am laying on my couch


Grasping for any sense of normalcy

I cry and I cling

I grasp and I swing

To find what’s normal


“Leave this vessel” I say to my demons

I try to drown them

I try to burn them

Kill them

Destroy them

But they feel invincible

So I turn to my vices

My pretty little vices

Cigarette here

Glass of wine there

Normal to me

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