Lithium Direction – a poem



The nature of old habits lies drawn

Betwixt imaginings great, too harsh

Beside simple thoughts, become pearls

Of poison kept over aeons within

Rotten sepulchres of the suffering soul



Hardest of all is the beginning amidst

What lies consuming, heavier than air,

Supreme catches snagging, butane danger

Threatening to explosions, forlorn

Wisdom telling us what should be



Trial and tribulation, try and fail,

Tactical assaults on towers of memory

Have nor will rarely survive first

Contact with enemy forces, lies

The secret language of a lithium




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