The Struggle
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Poetry
I fall, twisting and spinning in duress
A darkness complete, vast and eternal
An emptiness felt, thick as molasses
Noises and sounds rend my mind infernal
Ghostly claws tear into vain awareness
Focus wavers, dissension internal
Strength refires the forge, breath now hath purpose
Wild oceans calm, turbulent storms now stall
Swelling forests grow, leaves green and luscious
Fresh stream giggles by, a river made small
The breeze sweet smelling, with warm soft caress
Face now relaxing, passed the painful crawl
Beating heart slows, body can now arrest
Harmony and peace, permeating all.
I fall, twisting and spinning in duress
A darkness complete, vast and eternal
An emptiness felt, thick as molasses
Noises and sounds rend my mind infernal
Ghostly claws tear into vain awareness
Focus wavers, dissension internal
Strength refires the forge, breath now hath purpose
Wild oceans calm, turbulent storms now stall
Swelling forests grow, leaves green and luscious
Fresh stream giggles by, a river made small
The breeze sweet smelling, with warm soft caress
Face now relaxing, passed the painful crawl
Beating heart slows, body can now arrest
Harmony and peace, permeating all.
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By Phillip
There’s irony, hypocrisy, fallacy, a vast ocean of distance to cross. The “saint”, the “sinner”, it’s lunacy, that the ignorant could save the lost.
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ISSUE NO. 22
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2 MIN READ
Methfairytale
By Karie
I’m not belle of the ball, not the very least, but we have something in common, I’m in love with a beast. But the beast is not a person but a drug that I call meth, I’ve been talking to myself for hours, I’m running out of breath.
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ISSUE NO. 22
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1 MIN READ
Art From Inside
By Lanie
Our team was blown away by this beautiful painting.
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