From Yours Truly

Tell me about your despair

And I will tell you about mine

Another poem about doom and gloom

From yours truly

I am so tired of these

Melancholy thoughts – but

That is all that is in my head

Not a happy thought to be found

If I’m sick of waiting them

I know you are sick of reading them

Have you ever been in a place

We’re you can’t even stand yourself

I think of running away

Getting in my car and

Driving as fast and as far

But what is the point

Even if I went to

The ends of the world

I would still be with me

I am fucking tired of me

And her Melancholy thoughts

And decay – eating away

At what is left of I

Have you ever been in a place

where you can’t even stand yourself

This is that place

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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