My latest five line; original poem, as inspired by this song:
Un-
under duress from my brain —
undone by its machinations;
undressing my nerve endings;
unseeing myself until I
undergo collapse.
Poem: Un-
Milam's Musings
“All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
Milam's Musings 
another thought…after I read the two other 5 point poems. You have to start thinking on things that are of good report, like how wonderful it is to be able to breathe, walk, sleep, work, talk, see,
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