Havoc..

I count my blessings,
Like counting coins,
I am in a disposable mood,
I want throw away memories,
That play havoc with my head.

I feel that my mind,
Will stay flawed,
Will remain like a machine,
Defunct and broken.

Do you see?
Miss life,
I am tormented,
Passed off as waste,
This taste,
Of failure,
Lingers.

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LightH2O
"I am in a disposable mood" glad to know you're aware of moods being disposable. Nice one!
 
allenpaulson
Battlefield of the Mind by Joyce Meyer.
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