On The Brink

I’m on the brink,
I’m out of sync,
I need time to think.

To catch the link
Between the words I speak
To my shrink,
And my kink,
And the thoughts I drown in drink.

I’m gonna get some new ink,
A new vice in which to sink,
A new way to link,
A new way to rethink,
The chink in my personality stink
And my inability to stay in sync.

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This poem is inspired by the book, ‘How To Write Evocative Poetry’.

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