Painkiller (poem)

By Luke Labern

The first poem I ever wrote. This was my way of getting myself out of clinical depression.

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Slept in the dark: years before birth,
I crept, until the time arrived.
November -twenty one- I breath upon the earth.
How I wish to return... my actions so contrived:
Was infinity too short a wait?
This human here, the one that writes
Unimportant words, who struggles with his hate...
Towards myself, I know my presence blights
The planet where survival is the key:
Sometimes I am reckless; wild -
Yet most of the time I'm sensitive me...
How confused I am, no longer a child.
'In control', I supposed, I stung
Those who I loved... the few
Who claim to care, who bung
My madness... I love you:
For this hurt I spread,
For the kisses you wasted,
I wish I was dead,
And my name never tasted...
If I could, I would set you free --
I'd erase old sensitive me.