I
am tormented with some pressure,
I
am indecisive of mad aggression,
My
alter torments I with a measure
Of
annoying sad mental suppression.
Punch
first (a knockout blow),
Ask
many questions later,
Duly
kick them down below
With
a force much greater.
This
weather's my mind
To
feeling stressed out,
Then
I am liable to find
That
my alter does bout.
Indecisive
affray of my faculties
Render's
I to be madly subjected,
And
regrettably my sanity dies
As
I feel rejected and dejected.
©
Andrew Stevenson 14/03/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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