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Drink, Drugs, Depression...

Drink, Drugs, Depression...

Prolific
Horrific
Media tragic!
Suffering
Horrifying
Burning matchstick!
Cocaine
Self pain!
Lonely artistic
Control, No!
Narcotic, alone!
I'm clouded
I'm hounded!
I'm released
I'm a beast!
I'm battered
And bruised,
I'm shattered
And fooled!
I've been
Invisible,
I've been
A criminal,
Solid burned
On a spoon,
Needle pierced
To the blues,
Drink me
Another,
I'll kill
My lover!
Once a stallion,
Now a rusty
Medallion!
How I hate
My mirroring face!
How I fake
My poetic haze!
Will these
Words
Become a
Lesson learned?
Or will these
Drugs become
My lighted curse?
Will my
Grounded stone
Become my
Skull and bones?
Time will tell,
But I wish
You all Well!
Will I see you
On the other side?
Only if my
Depression
Allows me
To hide....

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Dean Kuch

Being a diagnosed manic depressive coupled with a severe psychopathic disorder, Wayne, I can honestly tell you that you'll easily be able to hide behind your depression.
I myself prefer the darker, shadowy places. It's much cooler out of the limelight.
We all wear masks of one form or another. Which one we choose to don on any given day depends upon how we wish to come across to those around us.
Good ink; a well penned contemporary free style offering.
~Dean Kuch
 

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Wayne Stubbs

Very true Dean! As much as we like to battle to what we like to project, we're all hiding behind something, I'm sure the human species have weaknesses whenever they let their guard down, personally I believe it's all within, 
thanks very much for your kind comments my friend! ? 

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Dean Kuch

You're more than welcome, my friend.
~Dean ? ? ?

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Wayne Stubbs

Thanks very much Lodigiana! Nice to see you poetic sister! ?? 

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lodigiana

Hi Wayne, there is an unspeakable dark tragedy in this piece that almost has a sense of inevitability  which is interwoven  with a demoralised acceptance almost...a really well written work, tortured and sad. Your skills as a writer are increasing week on week Wayne..good work my man!,,

Lodigiana xxx

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Wayne Stubbs

I very much thank you and appreciate your comments! Coming from a woman with skills like yourself, it's absolutely weird and inconceivable that you say such kind words ????? x

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Tony Taylor

Wow!!... what a great choice of subject matter for this forum!!...... you sir, are a wise soul!!.......thanx so much for bringing this conversation to the table..... fascinating stuff bro!!...... high fives...... well done!!...... LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo ??✴❤❤✴?

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Wayne Stubbs

This means a lot to me Tony! Believe me, I'm stone cold sober most of the time, I've never taken any drugs that are detrimental to my health and I perceive depression as an occasion from time to time I have a conversation with myself and I try to overcome what is supposed to be accepted within society, sometimes my thoughts consume me but I take this as a creative channel and kick ass!! ?? thanks for your awesome comments Tony, ☀️? brother! ?

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