Chemical Spill
I suffer everyday,
just from living.
Still grateful am I to be
among the haters, and the
hurters.
I suffer from a chemical spill
inside my head
fed by,
My imperishable past
My impoverished present,
And
My impervious future.
Still I am grateful.
My medication won’t let
me cry,
my stiff upper lip is only a side effect
from the periodically explosive chemical warfare
I wage with myself.
My spiritual gratefulness is being tested,
as the chemicals cause stagnation
and isolation.
I suffer from the stroll alone
down alleys and valleys
in constant fear of,
Another chemical spill.
But,
It’s only momentary.
It’s only self-pity.
It’s only my life right now.
I am drowning in my gene pool,
I need a lifeguard
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