I sit and wonder with the sway of my laugh,
‘How could I of’ or ‘why didn't I do that’?!
Inside these questions, I get carried away,
Taken someplace I'd rather not stay.
Here I sit, stuck in my head,
Stay too long, might as well be dead.
This is the place from which I seek refuge.
It's tall and it's deep, it's peculiar and rude.
I know with each bit of energy I give it,
It grows like there's no tomorrow, no end in sight to it.
Still, try as I may, I get stuck in here some days.
Impossible to unwind, my wing are tied, can’t fly away.
There, I remain tied up in a knot,
Trying to convince my devils to stop.
Unlock the doors and unwind the chains,
That hold me afraid and drive me insane.
To myself, I pray, "release me, self, give me a break.
"Throw me some rope, some hope, my heart aches".
If you are reading the words on this page,
You’re meant to help open the door to my cage.
Listen, believe, and together we can,
Rain on the drought I’ve brought to my land.
We poets share, a kindred despair, so
Each can relate to the hell I feel here.
With a breeze, pray, then a sigh of your breath
The disease, in the wind, and j u s t I am left.
No longer can I, I hate this way.
Send love and send peace, perhaps wisdom, at least.
And with a breeze, I’ll pray, a gentle sigh of my breath
Released to all those who need it the best.
Just a suggestion.