These words are therapy.
They help me,
To forget the,
Things that live inside my mind.
The nightmares I find,
Of distant memories,
Of things I’ve seen,
And wish would not be,
But unfortunately,
I’m brought back to reality,
With harsh ferocity,
And unforgiving hostility.
You’d be shocked,
At the scenes I’ve blocked,
From the view of you,
And those who knew,
The truth but choose,
To lose themselves,
In their own comfort zone.
Now I’m left alone,
To hone my abilities,
And practice the futility,
Of working melodies,
Into sensible stories.
Time slips by slowly,
So I drink profusely,
And smoke heavily.
Everything is blurry,
I’m in some kind of hurry,
People start to worry,
I’m purely,
Trying to maintain control,
You don’t need to patrol,
This misguided soul,
After all you haven’t been told,
Of the things that have made me cold and bold,
And cause me to fold,
Under the pressure,
Of all these constant stressors.