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A Poem by timothygalexander

A plush couch

contending with ghosts

Ifs and ought’s both wrestle for the passenger seat, to drive as if

Haunting your mind

Inescapable and lovingly cruel he never leaves

His hands…his words…his tongue

Distraction after distraction,

Decisions are ever so final but passiveness prevails

A fear, a mistake?

Indecision, a plush master that confines you

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Added on March 17, 2014
Last Updated on March 17, 2014

divorced 38 year old male with two kids. I get sad a lot and I like to write. Music is my therapy and writing is my expression more..

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