Troubled reader what is your issue?

Have a seat and grab a tissue,

let me peek inside your mental,

give me a moment

to find a pen or pencil.

Now.

Let your words paint a picture,

maybe it's a family issue,

is it drugs or dark elixir,

death or a sudden urge to

pull the trigger,

feel as if you're not a victor?

Perhaps abuse or sexual tension,

Point me in the right direction,

Perhaps you've made the

wrong decision?

Rest assured,

we're all sinners.

Ah okay,

what makes you feel that way?

Don't worry, this is

where your secrets stay,

let your mind drift away;

tell me what you want to say.

Mmhm, I see where

you're coming from.

You find yourself asking why?

Talk to me.

Show me where

your demons hide,

those twisted, tangled

thoughts'll try to hide,

but you can finally say goodbye

to all that pain

that's locked inside.

Right, I see where that

could be a problem.

You feel as if your hollow,

a brittle broken bottle,

taking a chaser of doubt,

with a shot of sorrow,

but let us ease up

off the throttle.

That's all the time we

have today,

I hope this session

leads to sunny rays

and things begin

to go your way.

Remember...

Don't let your thoughts

become disarrayed,

I'm only one call away,

always awake like a Cabernet,

we'll finish up another day.

Matter of fact,

does tomorrow sound okay?

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12/1/22

9:51 PM