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Brain t
ripping
Mind s
lip
ping
Pain receptors
Mal
functioning
Sometimes
— often —
almost always
A simple grip I can't
Man age
Time
. . .
T
I
C
K
S
Can’t stead—
y
My b a
lance
Lacking clar
ity
Bitter duality
Poisoned
Singularity
Pre—
frontal
complex
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Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
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Comments (4)
Relatable :( Aging is a load of bullcrap Up until a couple years ago I kinda romanticized it. But my mid thirties have shown me the threat of whats to come. Great poetry Paul. The line breaks relly drive home a disjointed feeling that fits the theme perfectly
I can picture some of my old patients when reading this poem. Thinking maybe you were having a TIA (transient ischemic attack). Good job.
I love the way you played with the words on this one, tearing them apart on different lines to emphasize the mental breakdown.
Too much whisky last night? Love this!