Wound Tight
So many questions,
Not enough time;
To sort out the mayhem,
That i call my tormented mind.
I know im analytical,
And thoughts run too deep;
But a brain in maximum overdrive,
Means a lifetime without sleep.
Ive tried different avenues,
To put the madness to rest;
But the fix is only temporary,
Numbing me for a day more or less.
I never once asked,
To be born this way;
To live life on a ledge,
Every single day.
Some people say,
To embrace it as a gift;
That would be like cherishing an ache
that wont ever lift.
They did testing on me,
Said i had a very high IQ;
But it just adds more to the curse,
Of what i go through.
I cry out to my creator,
About this misery in me;
To strip from me these demons,
Who wont let me be.
I could leap off this ledge,
But it just doesnt seem right ;
So i continue to walk this high wire,
Where my sanity's wound tight...
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2012
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