Troubled reader what is your issue?
Have a seat and grab a tissue,
let me peek inside your mental,
give me a moment
to find a pen or pencil.
Now.
Let your words paint a picture,
maybe it's a family issue,
is it drugs or dark elixir,
death or sudden urge to
pull the trigger,
feel as if you're not a victor?
Perhaps abuse or sexual tension,
Point me in the right direction,
Perhaps you've made the
wrong decision?
Rest assured,
we're all sinners.
Ah okay,
what makes you feel that way?
Don't worry, this is
where your secrets stay,
let your mind drift away;
tell me what you want to say.
Mmhm, I see where
you're coming from.
You find yourself asking why?
Talk to me.
Show me where
your demons hide,
those twisted, tangled
thoughts'll try to hide,
but you can finally say goodbye
to all that pain
that's locked inside.
Right, I see where that
could be a problem.
You feel as if you're hollow,
a brittle broken bottle,
taking a chaser of doubt,
with a shot of sorrow,
but let us ease up
off the throttle.
That's all the time we
have today,
I hope this session
leads to sunny rays
and things begin
to go your way.
Remember...
Don't let your thoughts
become disarrayed,
I'm only one call away,
always awake like a cabaret,
we'll finish up another day.
Matter of fact,
does tomorrow sound okay?
—
12/1/22
9:51 PM
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The Words I've Never Said
PoetryA place where I put my soul on display for the world to see. Here's a closer look at the ups and downs of my consciousness. If I could use two words to describe my writing they would be an emotional rollercoaster. My goal is to heal those reading...
