Today I am a poem
A page in a book I have yet to write
Today I am writing about me
And how I dream in Technicolor almost every night
I am writing about my id, my angst, my inner self, my outer shell
My Yin, my Yang, whatever I am.
There is no escaping this private hell.
I must set my angst free
From the unbearable anguish of life
With the hope of triumph over adversity
In my angst and anger I have lived and died
And now I have nothing else to hide.

see my latest book of poetry at http://www.amazon.co.uk/67-Poetry-Tom-OBriem-Book-ebook/dp/B00JVBLM9C/ref=la_B0034OIGOQ_1_5?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1407853684&sr=1-5

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