Terrible

I am not alright
The pain keeps me up at night
Boiling in me, a dread
Of when will I be dead
Who am I to say
That I will be alright this day
Or the next
Stuck in this complex
I am in a muck
Fuck
Perplexed by the thoughts in my head
Unable to lay in my bed
Each night I fret
Of the return of the regret
That is rotting my mind
All that I see is in the hind’
It is stumbling in front
Of the way I confront
Life
And living with this strife
I find unbearable
What I decide is terrible.
---5/24/20---

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Andy McRae

I have been writing poetry for the last 13 years. It all started as an assignment for a creative writing course. I never thought I would like writing, as I am dyslexic and language was always a struggle for me, but I fell in love with the art form in that class.

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