Carl Fraser Poet Free verse

The Last Strand

There's a reign of pain
Tormenting my worn out brain
Driving me insane 
I just can't seem to maintain 
Sometimes biting a bullet      
Seems the most humane

You just never foresee
When rational thoughts flee 
And your driven to your knees 
Begging God please 
Grant me a reprieve 
But with all my begging for mercy 
There's no guarantee 
To be set free 
       
So I fight this war
Behind locked doors 
Curled up in fetal position 
On the cold marble floor   
Beads of sweat pouring out my pores
And the voice inside screams 
I can't take any more

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Funom Makama February 25, 2016 at 10:19 AM There is this unique insurance your works always give my expectations And that satisfaction only builds more castles for my curiosity to thrive, waiting for subsequent results of your talent and thinking.

Poet Destroyer A February 21, 2016 at 11:26 PM Well written Carl, Well not the situation, but the state of mind of giving up(in).... Your lines flow and express a battle within... Enjoyed ~LINDA~ Carl Fraser February 22, 2016 at 3:09 AM My nightly prayer is to be able to sleep right thru. Just never seems to go uninterrupted. Thank you for reading and your kind comments. Blessings and hugs. CARL

Nette Onclaud February 18, 2016 at 4:00 PM carl, our silence screams.. beautiful lines..huggs! Carl Fraser February 22, 2016 at 3:11 AM Thanks Nette ..Always grateful for you stopping by. Blessings Carl