Things don't go my way
That's okay
It happens all the time
In every nook and clime
One learns to cope
To push down urges
Learns to sound upbeat
When soul dead
And then it's not so bad.
Then there comes along
Some thing that grates on nerves
Makes one grind one's teeth
Makes one mad
Yet forced to swallow ire
Clamp done on desire
To let loose their tongue
O no ! That's not done
Seal lips with glue
As heart boils through and through
Poison seeps in
Swims down blood streams
Erodes membrane
Till it reaches the brain
Killing vital force
Finding no recourse.
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