Turmoil as my mind voyages through thunderous turbulence
Trouble winds touted my torment
As all I have to quench my parched lips are tears from tartarus
My torturous memories continue to thwart my peace
I Lose myself on the terrane of my terrible decisions
Lost in blank stares and conversations with myself
A terrible sight to strangers
Biting into a self constructed reality
Enduring the tyranny a teething pain
Lost in thoughts of the past
Absent from the presents threat to slowly morph into auld lang syne
