Volatile

COMPELLING…WITHOUT THE GORY DETAILS! WAS IN THE CITY, MAY I PRESUME?

ALYAZYA

On and off is a routine because when it hits it hits hard. Every high got me fooled and every low comes as a surprise. Who knew I wouldn’t know how to escape my own lies. Not witty enough to predict my own ways, or smart enough to hear my own cries. I’ve given up all that I was. I’ve surrendered to this mind.

My thoughts are loud enough to hurt me. My time alone is my demise.

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Love, Alyazya

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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