Naykd, I lay awake with my thoughts;
Mind-farts, from anguish to joy, brought;
Far too often, not of matters sought
But, facing my reality, all I’ve got.
Relief, derived by expelling the curse;
Expunged to avoid a mental burst;
Once experienced, knowing its worst;
Alternative, is the last ride in a hearse.
Joy and good wishes to all those whom can,
That is; putting thoughts of randomness to pen;
Whether words of wisdom or condition to defend;
It’s the ultimate gift to they whom can’t; depend.
naykdpoet 
Lovely piece!
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