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by Poetic Glory 2 years ago in surreal poetry


I feel so violated

I feel like isolating myself

I can't even begin to ventilate

All this weight pulling me down

Is this my fate

How often I can’t think straight

May I run away to another state

Tired of sitting late at night

Waiting for some sort of light

I keep writing all this out

At times is out of spite

At times is out of fright, out on site

It often blinds my sight

Despite all the delights

Might I add I always invite

All the events in my life to be polite

But I still feel tight, choked, joked

Soaked in feelings

I need to get rid of

Tired of rubbing out my eyelids

Been feeling a way since a kid

God forbid I reached out

It was a bad thing I did

So I hid

Covered it up like lids

And now it’s eating me out

Choking me out

Grabbing me by my throat

I still try to make the most

I keep taking notes

Smoked, reading all these quotes, Diagnosed

surreal poetry

Poetic Glory

Poetry is a form of expression and a form of healing.

It allows us to freely let our minds flow.

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