What is the disease that torments you so?
It destroys your highs, and instils the low.
No matter where you run and hide,
anger follows you like a raging tide.
You seem so helpless when it takes control,
a nice girl smashed; no one close to console.
How does this temper break out of its cage?
Its aim is to cripple, with its persistent rage.
Do not blame the world, for despising you,
look at your body’s cocktail of deadly brew.
Drugs or drink and smoking will kill,
for this no cure or Doctor with a pill.
Save yourself now, and you surely will be,
a saviour to many lost souls in need.
Combining Poetry into a photograph you get POETPICS or PHOTOPOETRY.
A phrase of philosophy integrated into a photograph = PHILOETRY
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See how this and other poems play a part in the Story 'Finding Harvey’, crafting another dimension of creative writing = 3D-Poetry.