Poem

Torment In My Brain. By MwsR

Too many times I have let chaos be my norm

Many dreams turned into nightmares and kept me torn.

Peace was hard to have, to expect, or even see.

Why couldn’t I get some for little ole me?

Moments spent pondering and rehashing old dreams,

Felt like I was coming apart at the seams.

Turning and tossing at night just to rest my weary brain,

Sometimes that had left me in so much pain.

It’s almost as if I’d let it all point at me like a gun in my hand,

Aiming for my own heart was almost more than I could stand.

Will it ever end?

The silent miserable attack,

Or will it keep coming for me and pushing me on my back?

Maybe it’s like a curse the one that holds,

I guess you’re thinking, better me than you.