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Call 911…



Unwilling surrender…

Bad memory, bloody souvenir…

Wrapped in a song,

played over, and

over and over….


Daily reminder of

my bad choices….

Like a tatoo upon

my forehead.


Mockery awaiting,

as if it wasn’t enough

to deal with.


Murphy’s laws at

their best…

Irony screamed

at the top of

my sorry lungs.

One thought on “Call 911…

  1. Strange how an initial reaction can be to dislike something another has written, yet if you take the time it can be for reasons that are less than comfortable, such as this, when it strikes a chord – then what I find that is difficult is how it sits with me, not what it is at face value – so easy to fall for transferring the feeling and misdirecting your mind when it’s so much better to own your own stuff – and that is the reason to write 🙂


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