Quick work boredom and depression and anxiety buildup release.
Enjoy this brief journey.
Sleepless nights on cliff edges hanging while pitching lies and listening to the remorseful heartache panging. Beat by beat it’s slowed by defeat and with uncertainty laden – nay- replete; filled with the heat of repetitious deceit. Subconsciously singing the tune of death to the last lingering breath as pained and drained as blood spattered earth.
The Indicative Mood 
Beautifully written. Hope to read your content on Ascerblog soon again. 😌
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Certainly! I’ll be working on a couple poems this afternoon!
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Great.
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