This Mess

i’m a mess

a ragged ragamuffin

running roughshod

riding

white water rapids and

rolling river

rocks

muddied mind

malaise riddled

masked in mirth

exuding merriment

maimed and torn

miserable

pale

portly

panicked

poor

a man alone

in pain

abhorred

surrounded

enclosed

locked away tight

retreat from the sun

turn away

to the night

in the darkness

this mess

is obscured

from sight

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