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A Poem by Wraith.

Stoicism

Cold ceramic

lack of dopamine

Avoidance

Other people laughing, smiling

Pavement

I'm an insect that's convulsing in water

Drown me or put me to the side

for now I am waiting

Harmless, hesitant

The though of the air hitting my lungs

turns my stomach

© 2015 Wraith.

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jacob erin-cilberto

the twisting of the gut, the heart and the mind, when we feel like we don't fit in...this is a hard hitting piece...i read the next to last line as "the thought of the air"

right now i feel this stoicism and cold ceramic heart right now.

relatable...

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom

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“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been.. more..