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Headbutt

Headbutting life, dizzily I fail, the dog that walks beside me wags its ominous black tail, headbutt, headbutt no sense does prevail.

Scratching around, in this slightly disenchanted one-bedroom brain, an adolesce headbutt sees me sentenced to a life lived in vain.

Banged up in this grey matter, the cell doors repeatedly slamming shut,  thinking of a way in life, that I can make the cut.

Meeting someone new, hard headed just like me, banging heads together, after nine months the two  headbangers become a three.

Fighting through the days, crying babies and continuous nappy rash, the cost-of-living slaying us, shattering us like glass .

Banged our heads together, against life's proverbial brick wall, headbutt, headbutt this relationship inevitably would fall.

Filled this my new head space, inebriated, pretending I was free,  the cerebral chord tangled chocking, the very life away from me.

Suffocated breathing I can barely draw a breath the Samaritans are on my speed dial, my life's apparently hanging from a thread. 

Reborn I found some karma, meditation, from rock bottom did I rise, the weight of life's soapbox dramas no longer a surprise. 

The continuum of the cycle, exposes that perpetuated forever myth, that banging heads together can somehow solve a rift. 

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, is a space where I sometimes lay,  domestic bliss avoids me a brick wall heads this way.

Cognitive thinking colours, playing out within my psychology, finding sensory measures to set this troubled upset mind of mine a free.

Intrinsically detached, social phobias, anxiety, paranoia on the peripheral, amongst the label's society hung, hang on me.

Hallucinations conspire, plotting every financial wrong turn, lessons in life are costly, apparently, I have no capacity to learn.

Natures genes are nurtured within this environment in my mind , skewed and tangled smiles and laughter temporarily I find.

Bludgeoned hope and happiness, in this gene pool I sink or swim, plundering and picking moments this hereditary mind won't win.

Headbutting life, dizzily I fail, the dog that walks beside me wags its ominous black tail, headbutt, headbutt no sense does prevail.

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Philip Stevens

Wed 17th Jan 2024 00:05

Thanks Tim ....its about of depression, blues, the black dog, seasonal affective disorder AKA SAD, a typcal January, life at times... it's my headbutt...

Peace ✌️

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Tim Higbee

Tue 16th Jan 2024 13:18

I very much like this piece. Headbutting Life is a perfect analogy for the challenges of maintaining a living at times. An excellent descriptive poem that evokes imagery and emotion enhancing the message of the poem. Nice work.
Tim

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