EgoA Poem by RaeStems
I wish my wings were valiant, but now they are corrosive.
I miss when things were simple, but now they are explosive. I long for distant memories, of a day that weren't a burden. When my bones sprang, and jolted, it seems now they're only hurting. My ego's taking over can't help but sniff it's pungent odor. I know it kills me when I reap it, I know it haunts me when I'm sleeping. It defiles the inside of my head. It claws beneath my shelter, when I'm lying in my bed. © 2014 RaeStemsReviews
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Added on September 11, 2014Last Updated on September 11, 2014 AuthorRaeStemsPittsboro, INAboutI am a Wiccan and Buddhist writer, artist, and philosopher from Indianapolis, Indiana. I am 19 years old and I have no idea where I want to be in life. I have manic depression, or otherwise known as b.. more..Writing
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