The Battle Within
My mind is so prismatic,
constantly thinking all erratic,
the perfect cage,
to hold the rage,
but wait...
I am all that it can hate,
whilst inside it is trapped,
I must find a way to adapt,
but it makes me feel inept,
maybe locking it away I will regret,
I've lost it's skill,
it bends my will,
this is a deep battle that I can feel,
within a loose free verse,
shadow holds me to its curse,
bound like a mothers purse,
trying harder to just stop me,
like the jail cell in monopoly,
it screams self doubt,
but I have no doubt,
on creating rhyme schemes properly.
Copyright © Dale Bennett | Year Posted 2025
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