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My heart it is racing, my body won’t move,
The venom is pumping, nothing can soothe.
My eyelids,
They flicker.
My fingers,
They spasm,
The joyful Ether surrounds me in this dark, deep cavern.
I beg for release and I beg for the end,
Come for me darkness,
To you I transcend.
Let me not stay but let me not go,
Just let me stay in this darkness I know.
Don’t pull me out, my mind it won’t cope.
You’ll just have to find me,
Listless, motionless at the bottom of that dark, deep, bitter, fucking slippery slope.
This is not the state of my mind, but for someone so happy and cheerful have i managed to portray darkness?
I have not written poetry in years and years. I used to at school filled notebook after notebook. I blame 
I certainly blame Steemit for rejuvenating every single last hobby that i love and pulling them all up for air all at the same time.
Seriously like I had time for this anyway. lol. I guess as a mum we have time for everything, right?
if you want to know more go have a look at my 'about me post"
