Poetry is my therapy. Its where i go when living inside my mind gets too dark and restless. I wrote this piece in a very dark hour hope it gets read. If anyone else feels this... as alone as we may sometimes feel. We must force our selves to know we are not.
my woes are for those whos lives have been exposed to the proverbial stresses that leave behind even greater messes
The tragedies in life that cause chests to feel so tightly compressed that despite your deepest breath and the fact that your air has come and left
You still feel like you're drowning
Like the addict who is downing
You cant find cause to smile when all the while you force all the gulps you can take
and the food has lost its taste
When you close your eyes just to pass the time because consiousness has brought you past the line of insanity
Its as if your humanity had ended
As if the only thing that could mend it
Was if god himself descended
Places his hands on your warped soul and bent it back to its intended role and filled all the tears and holes from the repeated use and abuse.
When the instict fight or flight occurs as often as day and night
When your heart beats uncontrollably as you try to count sheep to sleep or focus on a breath
The unexpected pounding and sweats
Despite being rejected havent left
And he feels like he quits
Instead of laying he sits
Till fatigue sets in
Though he feels lost for a second he will win
His eyes closed and whilst his conciousness has froze
He lays in a moments peace. He doesnt have to fight it now fifty past midnight
Yet again at 1am his heart comes to a violent quake
As if an emergency has arrived leaving disaster in its wake
He sits he stands he lays and grips hands
Repeating words of prayer that this nightmare and dispear will stop.....
