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An Informal Expression

Sometimes it hard for me to express just how I feel
Difficulties are present in explaining what is real
But this is who I am, words and metaphors on cardboard
A pond on a chessboard, trying to survive and perform
My minds a mess, I manage stress, the balance is demented
Ignoring warning signs that chemically I am dependent
Like a bull in a ring confined by dopamine levels
Like a rose sprouting from concrete blossoming wilted petals
The truth is my faith is miniscule, for I do not feel the bibles tools
Are enough for me to sway from the decisions dictated by mood
I exhale all my problems in the air and watch them dissipate
Chase happiness like that starving dog, in your neighbor’s yard;
held down chains
I have passion, I breath in waves it gains intensity
Reminiscing fuel for the fire, it burns on for infinity
Through the lost galaxies of my subconscious psyche
Into the inner core of whatever I call reality
I can keep on going, but the painting gets blurry
Lost in the swamp of an intoxicated slurry of expression

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