Bless This Mess

Bless This Mess short poem

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I’m no fun anymore,
Not to be with or even around,
I bitch-spewing hate is my second
Favorite thing to do,
Only topped by drinking,
Reeking of cigarettes and whiskey,
And I like dim places where the outlook is
I have constant anxiety,
A feeling of panic lives in my chest
And I attempt to cure it with booze,
And a shake of the hand as well,
I try and put on a happy face as often as I
Can stand,
Sometimes it is hard to fake,
I have too much time to sit and worry
While invidiously thinking about the world,
Generally my rage and hate dissipates
Into sadness,
I get overwhelmed with lonesomeness,
Then I feel too on edge to remedy it
With company,
Nobody wants to deal with a mess
That’s not their own,
And this mess
Doesn’t want anyone to have to do so….

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