Being
At times i get so angry,
my brain makes way for the void.
A debilitating state of mind.
A collapsing state of being.
A never-ending shift from the revolving door of emotions and morality.
Coming or going is the question within my soul.
The Lord tugging at my heartstrings,
while the devil attempts to overlap it in brick.
Attempting to forever encase me in my shame.
Shackling me in the doubt that consumes me.
Sinking me further into the despair, I've drowned out with bottles.
While taking drugs to numb what remains.
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