Resolving Sores

I've had so many knock knocks My life feels like a joke Speedbumps then roadblocks Drown in tears I choke Down, I'm nearly broke. The molten iron burns, show I slipped so low A golden sunburn, those blisters on my toe When the dumps look high like mountains rising Then I slump, fook that hike no point trying I can't face life, I don't stop crying. I'm looking up from the bottom of a barrel And moving like a broken wheelbarrow I stutter and start then flutter apart Relapse in a heap and begin to weep Collapse from no sleep becoming weak. But it helps to know, if something really needs resolving Them doors don't close nothing, they merely lead revolving. 25/03/2016