I was inspired by Nayana and I have already apologised to her that this may be inappropriate in response to her far more beautiful words …….. but I sort of liked the rhythm of what came out.
Hold me back
It’s a heart attack
Baby, I’m about to explode
I’ve emptied my cup
My blood pressure’s up
I think I see the end of the road.
I’ve had my fill
Gotta pay my bill
I might have smoked too much of that stuff
Never dealt well with it
Never knew when to quit
Never knew when enough was enough
I stand here accused
It was all self abused
I cut myself down in my prime
I’m full of regret
But I’m not dead yet
Can we do it just one more time?
Richmond Road 
Very nicely done!
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: ))
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One more for the road!
Dark, yet with a fun ending.
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“It was all self abused
I cut myself down in my prime” …I have been my own worst enemy.
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Like your poem a lot 🙂
(Glad that my work could inspire you to write something good, really flattered, there could be no better compliment. )
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