Explanation
Throughput the years
I've listened to many tears
People's fears
All these words I'm fed
Sometimes they get stuck in my head
Cause me pain
My energy they start to drain
This pain then becomes my own
All these things I have been shown
At times. Makes me confused
Feeling used
Abused
Takes from my soul, the light
Doesn't matter how hard I fight
Have to get them out
I try not to shout
Or scream
Like waking from a bad dream
In their darkness I get lost
I pay the cost
No walk in the park
This living in the dark
No lark
The words I'm fed
Enter my head
I fight to be free
From all these words I see
Not sure that will ever be
I simply turn the ugly I see
Into something more Beautiful to behold
It leaves me not so cold
Only way I could find
To clean out my mind
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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