End
Trapped
Locked in time
Fighting feelings of inadequacy
Fixated on the inevitable
Gargling whiskey to numb the pain
Of feeling out of frame
Frolicking through fields
Of glass & dirty needles
Only to find myself crumbling in the flame
Kept chained to the furnace of self indulgence
Entertained by thoughts of violence
Struggling to overcome the night
The night festering within
Silently I sit in the corner of my psyche
Mouthing words...God only knows
All I know is, get it over with
End the feeling of uncertainty
End my insanity.
Copyright © Skyy Allen | Year Posted 2013
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