The Long DropA Poem by NevilleThese words are more about self loathing than anything else.. Not my own I hasten to add....honest.. NThe Long
Drop I am the
long drop That wakes you In the dead of night I am the dull
ache You mistook for some Kind of heart attack I am that
phone call You always knew You would receive one day I am that
voice In
your head the one that always Tells you to jump or burn yourself I am that first
grey hair The one that caused You to panic in the fast lane I am the
shadow and unfamiliar Sound outside your bedroom door When you are home alone I am the discoloured
lesion You discovered during your last Self examination ritual I am the
consequence Of you daring to walk under ladders Without a raincoat or umbrella I am your
worst guilt trip And the port wine stain on your New white blouse I am all
the things you love to hate So much about yourself But can not live without © 2018 NevilleFeatured Review
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