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Uncontrolled Urges


A loss of freedom,
Followed by a loss of words.

Unable to speak,
As if the tongue was taken.

My mind whirling,
Lost in my own diversion.

Thoughts coming,
But leaving within the second.

Thoughts controlled by other,
Filling my mind.

Uncontrolable urges,
Killing my soul, and all.

Nothing but images,
Images of impurity.

Impure to me,
Clean to others.

Haunting my true vision,
My vision for life.

They say it will be as if a nightmare when he comes,
Life has always been one.


By: Darci Botts

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