It can be a struggle
when your head can't connect.
The Wi-Fi is down
and the computer is dead.
It's a struggle when
you lay awake in your bed,
no sleep clouded dreams
to smooth out the dread.
It's a struggle when your mind DJ
only spins white noise sounds.
Scratched out muffled refrains play
through the itchy word static
sloshing around.
I’m just a flood of words aching
to be screamed. a nightmare
wishing to be a dream.
Emotions within;
Wilted, withering weeds.
A vocal line that no one
on earth can ever sing.
A chorus echoing
discordant rhymes
Stringing together lines
puked out of time.
Putting thoughts down
when they don't quite chime
with the tolling bells
that ring through your mind.
It can be a trial,
it may sound trivial,
but the page is primal. It is therapy.
So, when the words don’t flower
how do I quieten the rush?
I'm left mentally depleted;
A flowerless, thorny rose bush.
I can't satisfy the hurt within,
without giving it something to eat,
and at the moment
the only source of food
I have available for him
is me.
I can't find the parts where happiness fits,
just this darkening pit, deep, worthless,
I sit in it,
waiting for release.
Prison cell dreams,
etching my sentence on bare stone walls.
Sprawling in blood when my pen falls,
But when you glance at the brick page,
A mere drip is all that's gleamed.
Crawling in mud to find the lost emotion,
Whilst being driven mad
by the train of thought's draining commotion.
It can be a struggle,
when your brain won’t connect.
When all doors
lead to a room labelled self-neglect.
Sometimes you have to take a moment
and breathe, respect the universe,
It's giving you what you need.
Just take your time,
there is no rush to succeed.
Thanks for reading
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"Tales from the 44A"
here
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continue to do this.
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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