

Psych-OsHe sits at the table eating in morning light. His legs crossed and bend under the chair, And his shoulders bend over his bowl, His body making a rigid “S” from his right.Psych-Os
He stops, the spoon in his mouth, Just long enough to wiggle his toes And set them back on the sun-warmed wood floor. A bead of milk slips – mouth from spoon to table.
He sits and glares at the contrast of the white on grain, It works in a bowl, milk on grain, but not on wood. The contrast seems to build, and he blinks once As he throws the bowl across the room.
He heaves the spoon t


psychsearching in the darkness of the light. cracks and missing puzzle pieces. Nothing fits right in this world why dont the building blocks fit?psych
they tell me this is just angst they say the anxiety wont last they tell me this is not disquiet they say ill get over it fast.
Searching the gates of heaven; for the ever growing hell. If its reached my home and neighbours, whose to say its not made it there?
they tell me this is just emotions they say the feeling wont last they tell me this is not obvious they say ill get over it fast. &
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