AnnoyanceA Poem by Maroon Surreal5 months ago. I still feel the crap.
The annoyance
I pull off the strands of my hair Off my skin And such things They come back And greater this time And have conquered my mind For I don’t know the answer To the great horrifying riddle But a doctor’s help. © 2012 Maroon Surreal |
StatsAuthorMaroon SurrealAboutCandles and fading sheets, I write my heart of bits. I write poems and other short stories. Really short stories. I'm still learning and willing to learn more, read more and write more. I like .. more..Writing
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