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Cultivating Melodrama

Constant crisis
That’s what
Life is

My soul is overbooked
My brain is overworked
My synapses are frazzled
I’m about to go berserk

Numb to everything
But trauma
Cultivating melodrama

Every time I turn around
Something hits the fan
The universe collapsing
It’s more than I can stand

Buried in catastrophe
I spend my life
Avoiding me

by Richard W. Bray

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