The rage bubbles
Like lave trapped in a cage
The pain troubles
my poor little page.
I write about madness
my poor little brain
it feels me going mad
As I write my last refrain
The happiness seeping in
as the voices try to win
They aren't doing a very good job
cause they soon turn into a blob
The happiness lets me know I won
the war of surviving a day more
I let the sadness go
As I reach for the light
to let the good dreams come
after another day won
YOU ARE READING
Trapped in a poetic mind
PoetryPoems by a person who has issues. Whether it is their, Depression, PTSD, or Anxiety, something is always bothering them. Writing about everything that pops into their mind, and things that they are too scared to talk about, you will no doubt find so...
