Cryptic the Message: Temporary Asswage

Cryptic the meaning,

lost in the circus of words and phrases

Changing as frequently,

and wildly as the moon's phases

Electric with worry,

it's high tide in my busy mind

With so many thoughts, feelings

and no pause or rewind

Navigating through

a world full of whole ass assholes

Oft' one of them,

as anxiety and weakness take their tolls

That bandage isn't big enough,

to cover the damage

The vices aren't the solution,

temporary asswage.

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Author's Notes: I typed author's notes boldly like I would have an explanation for you. I guess this is another exploration of abstract poetry. There are plenty of meanings to the words above, though!

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