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Today I Am Uncomfortable.

Today I am uncomfortable

in my own knotted skin,

I don’t know how to react

to the stimuli of life, the poison

I drink in, that I want

to swallow by the lungful, the sea

that I wish to drown in as I sweat,

at the prospect of another day

excusing ghosts of their past,

whilst still condemning myself

to death everyday.

 

Ian D. Hall 2016