Poem – Derail :

I rarely complain
And try not to explain
How my brain is derailing
I just stay here silent.
It’s six six six of one
Half a dozen of the other
Sat here with a glass half empty
Despairing rather than violent.
So I nod when nodded to
I stay silent when around you.
Watch the meat of life decay
Just come and tell me it will all be okay.

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