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It Takes Me Again

Image painted by Author

The voices, they came again tonight
I hear them so loud, no one in sight
Unworthy, untried and untrue, they taunt
One voice from my past is my want

My arms, ripped, torn and bleeding
Done by my hand, addiction needing
Oh, God, who’s reality is this I’m in?
This isn’t my fate, after all that I’ve been



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Ira Robinson

Ira Robinson

Published author of over a dozen books and dozens of short stories, Digital painter, and streamer, and blind. Contact me at