Stress Ball Poem by Vincent Topp
Stress Ball
My entire life has been a lie
Me, the real me
Has been the skater on the fractured ice
Escaped prisoner of my own Alcatraz
I have never lived up to my name
My name was never my choice
I'm tired of living this lie
Counterfeit currencies of second hand energies
The snatched seconds of satisfaction
The snatched seconds of contentment
Rebound, Rebound,
My stress ball is aching and bruised
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5/1/2024 10:25:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
such a nice piece of work, Vincent. You may like to read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.
Thank you Jazib. I will read your poem