Compulsive Behaviour is weighing me down
Shake free from drowning chains
I have no obsessions to relinquish
Just the fact I can’t possess
Free from compulsion for as long as there is a sky
Autumn shades spoke to him of home
But sometimes his house is in flames
Morning warmth too safe to abandon
The world of the uncommitted a realm beyond compare
Abandon convention with the socks on the floor
The rocks of a bedside oblivion
I’m sick and tired of my own voice
Poring over words
I’d rather pour some wine
©John de Gruyther 2013
The World Outside the Window 
I like this poem. Seems to be imbued with meaning that I can relate to.
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Thanks you 🙂
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