An apology of a man.

An apology of a man.

I am indeed troubled to offend,

I am psychiatric at my best,

Medicated, mild.

I am living

In the hollow of depression,

I am workless at present.

I am very much I.

There is little to be gained

And much to be gained,

There is my rib,

There lies my rub.

Life is for shadowed in thoughts,

Stand up philosophising,

None sense and anger.

The game of life requires two dice,

I have only ever thrown one.

© 2019 Christopher Thompson,

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An apology of a man.

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