Am I wrong?
Sorry if I am
Can’t be helped
Just gone a little askew
A fever has started
No end in sight
I’ve opened the flood gates
Will I ever run dry?
Expel the rot – within my head
Spewing my disease – on cold cement
The pieces are jumbled
Seem to make no sense to you
Am I possessed?
Is this really me?
My heart pounds
Breath caught in my chest
Why can’t I let go
Always trapped under this thrall
A blanket of fear
That swaddles me whole
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