Tuesday, December 1, 2015

A POEM BY GARY G PELOW, CABIN FEVER.

It is the dark period, the  part of the year that is dark, making the soul darker.
What is the cure for fall cabin fever? What is the cure for dark moods of emptines?
Jesus, I hate this fucking time of the year, things are slower, the mind clouds.
I hate people more this time of year, I have more vivid nightmares and imaginings
of the people I hate, those of violence against me from the past, those who have betrayed me.  I am tired and empty, tired of this fucking emptiness, and fear that permeates my soul.

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