The urge began last week;
The urge to do what I always do
Whilst feeling this way.
Day after day, I've struggled to push it aside,
And - day after day - I feel myself
Becoming colder, tired, lacking the will
To keep trying.
The urge offers me an easy way out,
A helping hand,
But I know that I mustn't, I shouldn't
Take it. I have to break
This cycle, but I fear that the cycle
Will break me first.
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
