Stop the madness
the relentless drive to
be comfortable
there is no comfort
no lasting bit of piece
no moment that will take away
all the time spent being abused
by myself or others
so many of the scars
inflicted upon our souls
are self-inflicted
Stop the madness
do more with less
and give up access
to the world of want
Want leads to desire and
desire to suffering
Currently, this poem has no name. I would love suggesting from readers. Submit yours below. Please and thank you.
Lucinda Rose 
I love poetry, and I write some myself. I haven’t come around yet to post any! This is amazing work, fabulous job. I want to nominate you for the Liebster Award for bloggers! Here is a link for more information:
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Thank you so much. That is awesome…
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You really should post your work. It helps to get feedback.
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