Better End

My mind was all swollen, as thoughts came pouring in,
to start my day, where would I begin.
 Tripping and falling, busting my head,
from the words that seeped, as I got outta bed.
 Busted and bruised, but will I be okay,
I must go on, to be bout, my merry way.
 Thoughts are now feelings, I’m busting my seams,
as emotions come, to kill my dreams.
 My actions follow my heart’s desire,
oh what a flame of burning fire.
 It burns everything in sight, with the roar of the wind,
when will all of this madness come to an end.
 The torment, the torture, with its spiritual pain,
as thoughts feelings and emotions, continue their reign.
 Three little words, I yelled out, who knew they held so much power,
in so much I was healed, in that very hour.
 I give up, I yelled as loud as I could,
who would dare, try to stop me, even if they would.
 That look in my eyes, with fire you see,
I’m already up, to here with me.
 Leave me alone, I’ll figure it out,
cause I’m tired of this, without a doubt.
 Now, Silence, you have become my new bestest friend,
so, I will keep you close to me, till the better end.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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