Bed Therapy in The Dark

Written by: passion williams

As if I don't have enough on me already.

I got memories trying to haunt me,destroy me.

I can't even close my eyes because i got painful images within me.

It seems like relieving all these thoughts are slowly killing me.

Trying to let my thoughts escape to the paper with poetry.

Although even as I write, it seems like I can't write exactly how I feel.

Realizing that these thoughts have caused my brain to brain to run deep.

So deep I think it would take more than a poem to show you how this feels.

I'm worn out from watching my lifetime story playing in my head.

I think I can go to sleep, but not to peace, a nightmare of the past.