New Poem: No One Left To Talk To

The ranting Maniac in my head
Refuses to be silenced
The fear the rage
The midnight apothecary

What the ■■■■ will become of me?
When I’m old and grey
And there’s no one left to talk to but myself?

~ David ~

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Studs Turkle used to talk to himself until he was old and grey. A gifted Historian. Lots of gifted people do.

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Yoo dcragg howve you been man! I just got stable again lol been a rough few months

Something about this rings real true for me. Worrying about the future, when my dad dies, when I have to deal with things on my own

Do you worry about your own demise?

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Hey, @zwolfgang !! Good to see you, man. I was wondering what happened to you. You’ve been taking it easy I hope?

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