Overload

Groggy and heady from a lack of sleep, And I know tonight will be the same. More hours of tossing in the heat, With sweat brought in the lack of passion. My mind explodes with several thoughts a second, About lovers and pictures, loans and bills, Keeping appearances and holding on to friends, While trying to remain sane in my quest for perfection. The fan is cooling, the wind is strong, But brings me allergies in the morning, Showing nothing good comes without the bad, Like love that springs amid the flurry of hate. So I watch myself take painkillers to ease my back, And swallow bitterness to kill my pride, Look at my graying hair in the mirror, And ponder why age continues to mock me. Dare I live to please the one and many, Or do I live as I once did? To follow my urges and complaints Into broken resolutions that brings a smile? Or will all this change when I fall sleep finally, At five before six in the morning?

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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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