Foggy disposition.

Sometimes I pray to leave my body-
But instead I cry it out
Till I’m groggy,
And trapped in a flout;
So please forgive me for my foggy
I said please forget me,
You needn’t listen-
I do not gleam!
I do not glisten!
In fact I am of victim
Of my own ill-fated decisions.
But this isn’t my belated
Way of stopping the song,
It’s a feeling of knowing I waited-
(Wretchedly long)
For everything wrong
To end.


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