You rise upon the sun,
you liquidate your life,
you poor blood and sweat
into strife.
Madness became my friend,
he sat for awhile, he strummed
my heart, played brother
and stole my future vision,
with such disrespect and passion.
The scars I bear the pain
I wear, its maddening,
it shakes the realms
of what you thought
was reality.
It dilutes your views,
and kills your passion
with depression and anger
burning deeply within
your eyes.
Madness came to settle
for awhile, plans delayed
and depression is on its way.
I choose to open the door
and let the light in, don’t
invite depression.
Liquidate the madness,
burn it down with strength
and togetherness.
The Lord be my will and grace,
he’s the king of this place.
Mercy be, and mercy by the hand
of God he strikes ones with a mighty blow, as madness fell into
the hole, bearing my grief with
heavy stone.
Be merciful my LORD!
I bow on hands and knees
please release me from
this depleting life,
I bear my strife openly.
I gave you my life,
not as baggage but
for survival, prosperity,
for my future and stronger foundations to uphold my
broken ideas and fix my
bruised life.
This was my struggle, my past
madness and my diluted plains
of existence.
© 2020 By Amanda Shelton