Here again
Days begin to blend as this sickening mist descends,
I cannot break, so I just bend as I continue to pretend that I’m not dreaming of the end,
So still I fight to make amends,
Stand tall again, but all the while I know I’ll never be my friend.
Can’t comprehend,
The energy consumed simply trying to defend my sanity, what’s left,
For what I know is just my concept of reality, I try my best,
Yet all the while I know I cannot be the person that I used to be,
So solemnly I swear to thee;
I’m going back to therapy...
(2014)
Started writing this with the intent of creating a half decent poem but as I lost my creative flow I turned it into more of a joke.. I may re attempt if the mood strikes me.
