There is a dark place I know
I've been there quite some time
It's a prison of sorts
Yet I haven't committed a crime.
The walls reach the heavens
There is no door or gate
I've been searching for the exit
But it's been a fruitless search to date.
I hear mumbles in the corners
Screaming things I already know
It berates me with my flaws
Leaving me helpless to and fro.
In this place it is quite lonely
I only seem to cry
And now matter how I ignore it
There's a darkness that doesn't die.
It cries for blood and ill choices
As I feel tingling across my skin
Begging for a messy escape
It's a battle I barely seem to win.
Yet to others there's nothing different
They don't see my sad well being
They somehow can not see
The darkness that I'm seeing.
Now see the shadows truly do scare me
I feel it coming close
The sleeping pills aren't helping
I've doubled my daily dose.
Yet I'm trying, really, trust me
Every day that I'm awake
I play pretend and make believe
Not creating problems, for everybody's sake.
So don't worry, this isn't a cry out
I'm not asking for your assistance
It's merely a poor soul's rambles
To convince of continued resistance.
But I'll be quite simply honest
I don't know how much time is remaining
Because the charade of being 'fine'
Really is quite draining.
-beyond random rambles at 130 in the morning! Happy Monday everyone-
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A Dash of Madness
PoetryThe mind is a horrible thing to waste. Now when you have a mind like mine, where monsters come out to play and happy things come in bursts, it helps to write things down. From bad days to good days and everything in between I try to make sense of...
