Hammer blows
make me clutch at brain’s
vice grip, pain
piddles, mind
arcs to new power, seeking
freedoms, but
losing art.
Hammer blows
make me clutch at brain’s
vice grip, pain
piddles, mind
arcs to new power, seeking
freedoms, but
losing art.
Art, Day Job, Depression, Poems, Poetry, Purpose, recovery, Shadorma, Take Me To The Hospital
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