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Chemical Malady

 
Can’t function without it
The conjunctional life
And punctures confounding
A subjugal strife

My endurance depleting
My inevitable fallacies
Determined to beat this
Chemical malady

but

Deep down in the ditch
Is where I feel safe
Weak in the grips
Of insanity’s embrace

You can’t lift me out
Try as you may
Insipid, I pout
Is this where I’ll stay?
Copyright © Brandon Connor 2018

Form of Poetry

Rhyme

Author: Brandon Connor
Brandon Connor is 24 years old and has been writing seriously for roughly 6 years, but has been practicing the craft since he was child. He has written a few novels, as well as poetry and a number of short stories. He has extensive experience in subjects like mental health, small business, art, as well as persuasive or otherwise professional writing.

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