'Faults'

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Wear mine faults,
as badges given of rendered soul assaults,
triumphant lessons hard taught;

an inextinguishable fire resting upon soul,
of ambers yet, stays aglow;

never completely out,
spreading & converting corners mine nerves barely control,
ready to ignite short fuse with but one mighty clout
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If something out there is overhearing... please help me out of this hole!

Bombardment flaring,
hearts unwrapping from caring;
temper never too far from tongue,

entangled up in fantastic webbing spun,
scrambled emotions rise & fall by chronic sun -
I stand in front of irrationals  barreled gun,
tiny mood elevators sing on even when no fun;

one more battle,
contempt to rattle.

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