Upon the sun kissed beams,
you came to me as I rose
from my slumbering dreams.

My diamond shaped heartache,
tougher than nails but just
as sharpe, it cut me deep.

My porcelain heart cracked
and started to fall apart.

I bled black, as the moon
swoons and gets drunk off
my pain. The moon is always
smiling in his orbital bow.

As the shadows stretch and
the light dims we say goodbye,
once again.

I watch as my love sail’s off
into the ocean of time.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the beams of moonlight
I floated down to you.

I found you on the shore
of my dreams, there
I planted my wishes.

I lost you along the way
to the beaches of my dreams.

I floated alone, amongst the
star’s orbiting the moon of
possibilities.

Love, you forgot me.

You pushed me to the shore,
damaging the possibilities
you promised me.

I was forced to watch you
leave, from the island of
broken dreams.

I am still hopeful,
someday you will come
back to join me.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I have sacrificed for sanity,
I have rode the chemical imbalance
that is depression,
I have claimed the highest
mountains of my personal struggles,
I have swam the deepest oceans
of my imagination.

Still I move, I keep fighting
claiming and swimming.

My struggles are only as deep as
I can imagine, my imagination
is like a blackhole sometimes.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the falling leaf’s of autumn
my inspiration flew.

As the cool kiss of winter
broke the restraints of summer,
the tree’s shake their leaf’s
brown, yellow, orange, red
and green.

The shadows lengthen as the
autumn days roll in on darkening
cloud’s.

The smell of spices and herbs
fell the air, holiday season
is almost here.

My soul is dancing with gay
delight, my eyes daydream
with all the blinking lights.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Vanilla sky's rush through my mind,
heartbeat quickens butterflies flutter, my cage has been opened my mind set free.

I'm here to set fire to your closeted ideas, burn the bridges that separates our differences.

I will build you a pair of wings to bring you closer to me.

Blow your sails to tow your creativity into my chaos.

My candle of poetic desire burns like the hottest fire, deep within my muddled mind I'm happiest and brightly lit, here I am breathing my poetic flames for all to witness.

My chaos is a gift, an idea ran away with endless possibilities. I bring you my needle and thread a design like no other.

A seamless tapestry of emotional expression stitched together with my poetic web.

I am like a spider, I built my web onto this page in captivating readers with my poetic purpose.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I used to be attracted to you
like ants to honey.

But you only gave me breadcrumbs,
leading to leftovers from
your passed love affairs and
failed relationships.

I became a blood trail,
you beat my heart
dragged it through the dirt,
and left me there in the
middle of the street to
bleed out for everyone to see.

I am an accusation, a failed
project you neglected.

You thought you stole my flame,
but you forgot the candle
you dummy.

I will never go out without
a fight, now you forced me
to get hotter stronger and
brighter.

If you try to touch me again,
you will face my heat
and pressure, with least
resistance you'll be nothing.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

Falling with the stars,
burn your trash before
you ask for this dance.

Before you pop,
you have to sacrifice
your dreams to the scraps
you wished for.

Dance like a slave,
dance like a lily in
the wind, watch you wave.

Draw the line so
you have something
to cross.

Not yet boi, you have to
spin the wheel before
you dance with the stars.

Watch you wave crashing
ashore, that’s the game
of life, You’ve been
dancing for the devil’s
wane, its never a
full deck. It was
never a fair game.

Life is a rock it ends
with a falling star.

Pop! Stars know how
to dance to the devil’s
final tap tap tap!

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Sometimes I feel like
I am living in a square,
I am stuck within a
windowless house.

Sometimes I feel like
I am living in a triangle,
it's getting tight in here
the walls keep disappearing
trapping me inside nothingness.

Sometimes I feel like
I am living in a circle,
it seems internally unfair.

Sometimes I feel like
I am living in outer space,
I keep floating away and
reality comes to rescue me
it brings me back to earth
and my feet touch the ground
reminding me of everything
that is important.

It keeps me here
just for the moment.

This is my shapeless struggle,
it changes.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Condemned to the long
endless night, in the shadows
it stolks with such a fright.

Like a spider it waits in
the corner, with a web of
desire it captures your
dreams of passion and ends
with screams.

Dripping slowly into the
endless night, your blood
is theirs for eternity.

Blackened soul, skin and bone,
blood and breath, its gone cold.

Like a statue the vampire seems,
with its cold and white lifeless
corpse it doesn't move until hunger rises from its darkest depths.

From the cold earth it came,
lurking amongst the shadows
and nightmares to drink from
the living. Vampire!

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

You fight with possibilities,
for footing but keep lossing
ground.

Your heart beats like
a monster ready to
devour your life.

Yet you keep the struggle.

Weaker but deeper you plung
into the history of pain.

Sucker punched by regret,
it heals quickly.

Don’t give up yet,
you’ve just got started.

Your star is still trekking,
searching for the life you were promised.

Look closely for your
missing the bigger picture.

Be like a sun blazing across the universe burning regret
like an unwanted cigarette.

Leave behind your flawes
and mistakes, the future
needs room.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

The possibility lives within yourself.

If you want something enough
to do anything to achieve it
the possibilities are boundless.

To be prosperous and successful
you have to love yourself first
and the rest will follow.

Think of it as your health, your
mind and body are one you have
to care for both as a whole.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

While sticks and stones
may break my bones,
words will never hurt me.

Okay, I will take your
sticks and stones
and give you the
crushed bones.

My words are all I've got,
so I will write you this poem
and bury the bones in the plot.

There's no skeletons in my closet,
I used the sticks and
stones to build a home and
left the war awhile ago.

Words are like swords,
they cut like knifes and
deeper with each line,
they leave invisible wounds
so no one is aware of your
suffering until you reveal
the scars.

The bully lied every time,
the teacher told you to
get in line, your self esteem
told you your not worth
the time.

Now tell me how words
will never hurt me, when
I am crying while writing.

Memories of past regrets roll
upon the surface of my life,
in the most unexpected time.

Words are all I've got
and memories of accusations
from loves broken ideas
and words of affection that
turned into scars from a
narcissists infection.

Love brought me words
sharpened like knifes,
it still hurts me and
its been a long time.

Scar's hurt all the time.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the deluge of my pen
flows a thought, an idea
spewed from the depths
of myself.

Within these walls of my
formatted frames I display
poetic art, it’s splashed
upon this digital house,
scared by the past.

I don’t write tragedies,
I write passionately
and I can move your mind
with one word and a little
of your time.

That’s the poets gift,
I don’t have to work at it
for I was born into
a poets mind.

I am a master of word play
and a designer with
a poetic passion.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Love is prosperity and success. Be kind to each other and humanity will prosper because love is prosperity and success because it builds societies. Hate is death, it kills intelligence and life.

Do good unto others for others will reflect good upon you. Being a good example is the best way to live.

When I was seven years old while my mom was driving us home from school I told my mom and brother.

You can tell the truth to cover up a lie but you can’t tell a lie to cover up the truth. It’s best to tell the truth because a lie is a waste of time.

My brother kept getting in trouble and I was confused why he kept lying and doing bad things. I decided to tell him what I thought.

I don’t know how to lie and be mean. I am a very patient and mindful person. I love everyone equally and I want everyone to be successful and prosper. My mom loved and cared for me and she taught me to accept myself. She encouraged me to be the best I can be. She never judged me as being like everyone else and that helped me to grow. I can’t think like everyone else can. Autism is a unique experience my mom knew that. She was a very smart person. I believe the smarter you are the easier it is for you to see the truth and understand how things work. Emotional and mental intelligence are the same thing. They work together. I know from personal experience. My IQ score is 200 and above. I understand how it works too. I was born with the ability to adapt and learn quickly. Most people have difficulty seeing the full picture, I do not. I can imagine the possibilities. Also, I am more sensitive then most people are because I am capable of processing my feelings as I choose. I understood how to control myself at a very young age. I had to face anxiety and fear’s. It helped me to learn how to adapt to unusual situations.

Eternity stretching out in front
of me.

The rose's dead a long time ago,
they lie in piles of dried petals.

As the brick and mortar crack
and crumble I remain untouched.

Cold bone underneath the stone,
ghosts linger on memories of the
living.

Lie me down on a bed of rose's
as I remain unchanged, cry me
a river and let me float
down the sorrowful tears
of my memories.

Eternal nights carry me,
blood bindes me to this life.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Tears are my friends,
they release me from
the ******* of sorrow
and depression.

I don’t cry often,
I have to be very upset
to want to cry.

It’s painful because it uses
all of my muscles.

Sorrow is a strong emotion,
like a seed it plants it’s
roots hydrated by my tearful
release upon my plotted life.

Its needed to learn how to
cop with the ups and downs
of life.

Cry me an ocean so I can
learn to swim, dive and surf.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

As the feeling rises from
the depths of me, I guess feelings can travel too
freely.

My heart is blind, impatient
and frozen. I am waiting
for you.

This cage time has created
keeps me trapped.

A ghost of a memory
still lives on in some
long forgotten time.

I can imagine it is true.

Your lost kisses are mine
to find. After all, my heart
is like a pocket watch,
it ticks for you.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I use to blow around like a leaf,
wondering on a cool breeze.

Life got hot it burned me,
now I am like ashes I'm scattered
on a hot summer's breeze.

Time has got to let me go
so I can rest and heal
from these three degree burns.

Love, you left me in the fire,
you watched me burn and crash.

Love, you lied to me I never
was your desire.

Greed and gluttony
are your only companions,
and your true desires is
to burn your bridges and
burn hearts like witches.

You built your alter of broken hearts,
where you sacrificed love for
drugs alcohol and your narcissistic lies.

Now your love belongs to the flies.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon a nation we built
our frustrations slowly
breaking its foundation.

Ignorance brings devastation,
regret, and damnation.

No longer a union
our ripples separate
farther than we anticipated
causing chaos, doom, and
loss.

It burns,
it quakes,
it grinds its Earth
moving mountains
faster and faster than
ever before.

A hot house,
a wave of chaotic messes,
eager to devour our dying
nation.

Such childish lies
from a governments chair
decay ate away at its
cushions and devices,
leaving dust in its place,
a skeleton crew.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Petty things are a waste of time.

I don't waste my life on petty things.

I've been criticized three times on this website, for
small errors.

I am using a cell phone and spell check is horrible. It's not my fault if I have small errors.

If you don't like it you can unfollow me and leave.

I don't need grammar ****'s up inside my creative space, no one does.

Poetry is supposed to be a free flow of expression not criticized and damaged.

There's many different forms of writing because it's an art form of free expression.

I am proud of myself because I have to work harder than the average person to write like I do. I was born silent and communication is hard for me to do because I am autistic.

If you are going to waste your life on such pettiness you should rethink your destination. No one wants to be around a troll or a pushy Bee trying to sting everyone because they are uncomfortable with being imperfect.

We are living in a time of technology and science, it is
partly our responsibility to keep poetry growing.

We should be trying to renovate and preserve
the medium not attack it
by criticizing the creators.

Why waste time on worrying if we are using ,;'. the way everyone else does?

Why not use the imperfect structure as a character experience instead?

Language is diverse in many ways, it's not set in stone.

That's why we add to the dictionary building upon the mother's tongue.

It brings better format's and opportunity to grow our skills.

If you are going to leave comments in my posts to correct me, I will block you.

Unless I spelt something that is cursing and fawl don't say anything please. It's not my fault spell check is buggy.

People need to think before responding.

Be kind to each other.

Watching the waves rolling in
the depths of darkness,
the water glow’s with a neon
green and purpose.

Rolling
rolling
rolling, deep.

The darkness fades as the dream
shakes, you wipe your eyes
from the crusty sleep.

The dream break’s as the crust
falls from your vision.

Rolling
rolling
rolling, deep.

Crawling on your belly
digging for possibilities.

The mud piles high,
thick like black slime
oozing from your mind.

Don’t do this, you’ve got
so little time.

Move they say, be smart but
don’t be proud of it, be
ashamed of yourself don’t
be mad about it.

Self abuse is like an itchy sore,
it’s annoying, damaging and
deep.

Rub some salt into it,
feel the burn.

The seasoning of life is spicy
rich and crispy.

Reality knocks at your dreams
door, asking for directions.

You slowly wake to shadows
hovering over your head,
they stair deeply
into your eyes.

Than you become aware it’s all
in your mind.

Watching the waves crashing.

Rolling
rolling
rolling, in the deep.

It’s your mind staring
glaring from your dreams.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

The wind whisper's to me "never
forget me."

While I am dreaming dreading
to wake.

The possibilities are endless
in the Ocean of my dreams.

I fell in love with the rush and
heartbeat of my lucid state,
in my dreams I can sail the
deepest oceans in my ship
of possibilities.

The moon is my guide, the star's
my crew and the tip of the black
waters is my tow.

Onward I go, like a star zooming
through the galaxy, my dreams are
beyond the horizon, beyond the
moonbeams and starry night sky
I fly in my lucid mirror Sea of falling stars.

I open my eyes and the stars scatter
and fade, my ship is docked until the
next voyage.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Dear Pain, I am not your friend,
I am not your damaged property.

Dear Pain, I am not your friend,
healing is my responsibility.

Dear Pain, you crawled deep into
my depths, I grew a thicker skin
for you.

Dear Pain, I suffered through
burning agany in your name.

I never lost myself, I built string’s
to attach myself to my own destiny.

I am no fearful child, anymore.

I’ve witnessed so much,
I faced my fear’s
over and over again,
until they are no more.

Dear Pain, you’re no friend of mine,
you are my enemy.

I am going to let you burn,
I am going to fight your
push and shove.

Dear Pain, I am opening the door
so you can leave.

Pain you’re no friend, you’re my enemy.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I ponder, what it is like
to be my shadow.

To be shadow,
Its lonely, avoid of color,
no cold, no heat, dark, and
empty.

Even though I am always
beside you, I am ignored
by most.

The dark devours me,
the light gave birth to me.

I am your companion,
never invited but welcomed.

I have written many a poem,
alongside your lamps and
daytime wonderings,
I am your inspiration.

A muse.

We are one, never departed
but separated by darkness,
and the light brings us together.

Every step you make, I follow.
Every move you make, I follow.
Without your breath I can not
breathe for you are my breath.

I am Shadow.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I woke to vibrating feet,
choking on mucus and pain,
blurred vision slowly focusing.

I am like a moonflower,
I should bloom with the
rising sun, my roots
are strong and pliable.
But my blooms are night blossoms.

Sometimes the ocean flood’s
the valley, I am left floating
forced to follow the waves.

I have learned to be calm
and enjoy the view.

Though, patience was the hardest
to achieve, it starts with acceptance.

Acceptance is like a double edge sword,
it is stronger but harder.

If I wasn’t determined like I am,
I would have given up before I started.

I am willing to climb mountains in
pain and blood. My drive is powerful.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

T’is a night of moonlit
dreams, a song of sorrow
the shadows sang.

Wolves vent their howls,
The star’s began to stir
and fade into the slow
rising beam’s of light.

Night shrouds the earth
in foggy clouds, a cold
chill settles still.

The inky black sky cascades over tragic hills, and
the night full of mysteries waiting to be discovered
slowly fades with the rising
of the sun.

Now a night of dreaming, I weep for I am awakening.

©️ 2020 By Amanda Shelton

The beams slowly grew
blanketing the exposed,
as life rose waking to the
dawning day.

The dew drops glistened
reminding me of the
past evening, and
coffee brewing.

Upon this day Jesus Christ
sacrificed his life
so we no longer have too.

A selfless sacrifice
by an all powerful God,
he who loves us so deeply
gave to us his only son;
bled for our sins,
so we can have a choice
to believe in him
or live in sinful
disgrace upon the devil’s
path.

Happy Easter
may the Lord bless you
upon this glorious day
that he has made.

His sacrifice is a reminder
of his love for us.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I had a dream of
possibilities, a
different future
for me.

I never dreamed about
the pain I suffer now,
life has other plans for me.

I am guided by the Lord,
patients and gratitude
are my paths.

I had a dream of a
different outcome,
but life pushes me
aside forcing me to
ride and learn how to
move beside its rolling
waves.

My dreams are made of
childhood ignorance,
rooted deeply in personal
foolishness of selfish wants.

I am human after all,
I am still separate from
you but similar.

I am always watching and
learning from others.

My pain is an unwanted companion.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

If you are afraid you have to go about life scared but be brave. Don’t be a victim, be a survivor.

Nothing holds you back but fear and ignorance. They walk together. You have a choice what direction you go. Remember it doesn’t matter if you think it’s a bad choice you still have a choice.

Life is too short to always be afraid, but if fear won’t leave you you have to live with it. It’s okay to be afraid. You can be brave. Just keep swimming. Others are beside you. I am here too.

Wrap me up in your warm embrace
like a rose not yet blooming,
you're heat radiates from my depths
its perfume lingers on my dreams.

Like a soft calm breeze
winter kissed my cheeks
cooling my fire.

I buckled at the knees,
falling deeply into the
depths of me. Fighting fear
and anxiety trapped there
always falling.

Alice! Don't forget about me,
my arms reach from the depths
as if I am but a dream I dreamt.

I am like ashes to the wind,
in my mind I once dug deep
amongst the charred ruins
of my heart.

There lives my ghost,
a former self that lost
its esteem amongst the
remains of myself.

Here lies me once a bright
and brilliant star, now
a blackened thing crisp
and burnt.

Help me!

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Within the darkest hour
ghostly dreams come to life.

The chiming of the clock
the clock strikes 3
the morning rolls in
on a foggy mist and a
chilled breeze.

Like a ghostly breath,
memories linger.

A hiss can be heard from
the room across the hall,
a door creaks and the sound
of a cat running around.

The Christmas tree is decaying
the wallpaper fraying, cobwebs
cover everything.

Darkness lives here, the ghosts
from decades passed celebrating
the season all year round.

Deck the hall’s with rotten
food, drinks are dried the
alcohol evaporated years ago.

Merry Christmas you ghoulish
fiend, may your nightmares
be merry too.

This is a Christmas nightmare
come true.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

The smoke rose and the soul released.

They linger for awhile, moaning and
breezing around grazing your skin
with an icy touch.

Like a cold breath of electricity,
the chill is a reminder they are
still here.

Who yah gonna call,
When the ghosts come knocking?

Deep within the walls they crawl,
scratching and tapping.

They invade your dreams, where
it’s icy cold and they torcher
your soul.

You wake with a fright and
the ghost greets you with one
last ghastly scream.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the release of ink
my thoughts flow like
a flood. It’s free from
its cage available to
devour to all who read
its river.

Memories become smears
of autumn and snow,
I never forget a thing
for it stains the banks
with its existences as
it freezes in my mind.

I have no forgotten
memories, they are
forever frozen within
my brains process.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

You fell out of my life like
a falling star, at first you
fell hard crashing into my heart.

You left me with a broken heart,
drowning in my sorrow drifting
on a Sea of tears.

Your heart is so shallow,
I hit bottom before I could
safe myself from your hollow.

Your emptiness devoured my love,
your black heart swallowed it
like it was nothing.

You're a pitiful shadow, a theft
in the night, a deviant blister
sore and raw.

Such a deviant fellow, I thought
you loved me.

Only to find you wanted to steal
what is mine.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

There’s a daisy for each broken dream I’ve experienced.

There’s not very many but
one is too many.

My pain burns from the depths
of my soul, I shed a tear for every wound I bare.

These river banks are a reminder
of the love we made.

Amongst the flowing water
we are the ripples we make,
every step we made was another
bough to break.

As the sunset upon our lovers
bed, a shadow slowly crept
to devour the covers.

We never had a chance,
the devil took his stance.

He played his violin with great ovation for his audience.

You decided to dance.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

At the window I stand looking out
upon the morning light, no breath
does my memory hold but poetry
flow's like a strong gasp of air.

It has been building pressure,
from deep within my mind it
grew that like a rose it's
petals gentle and soft with
it's thorny body armored and
ready.

Poetry flow's blossoming
from a seed, a hydrated thought
rooted deep within me.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

To dream is to see the impossible become possible
by reaching for the impossible.

Upon the mornings breathe
I rose to the green grass
and dew shimmering through
my dreams and I woke to
the possibilities.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

The pain I suffer is great
but my fight is stronger than
the pain.

My nerves are damaged beyond
repair but I still find the
will to keep breathing.

It’s not easy my friends,
pain is exhausting and
heavy.

It feels like I am burning
itching and hot pokers are
stabbing me.

My nose is running and I sneeze
more often, mucus builds up with
a scratchy throat.

I don’t have a cold or flu,
its just how my body reacts.

Doctor’s don’t know what to do,
they are learning too.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

On the dark side of the glass
I am watching the shadows.

The perfume of my passed
lingers on the air, on
strings of poetry I walk
the night.

The night is my friend, it
brings me pieces of poetry
line by line I build my design
under the stars and passing clouds.

In the morning I am the poet,
the ideas flow and the glass drops
and the shadows become people.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I gazed upon its beauty,
like a star gazer watching
the night sky. I dripped upon
the earth soaking deep into its girth.
What once was barren is now
pregnant and fertil.

I wounded amongst the meadows,
laid between the roots and
melted into the black that is
velvet and deep.

I shed my sorrows to hydrate
its wormy bed.

With my tears I birthed the
blackest rose, its roots grow
where my soul weeps.

As I became overgrown and
that like stone my fountain
flows.

I wonder should I paint my
black rose red or leave it
as it grows, just like Alice
painted the white roses red?

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

It is dark in my favorite dream,
where it's cold and rainy but
comfortable just for me.

Though there was once,
a shadow followed me.

It creeped upon my sleeping mind
like a vail sweeping across
my vision.

It tried to devour me
but my lucid mind was aware
and I ran and found safety.

I became a fellow shadow to
free myself from the shadow
beast, it became something
more than just a shadow,
it was a friend.

I faced my fear and learned how
to fly, with my shadow friend by
my side.

I learned that the brightest star
only shines brightest at night
and the dark is mysterious and
beautiful.

It's my mind that turns
ugly into ugly and shadows
into monsters.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Stand by me and
my convictions
of woes.

A memorial of depression
and disease, hopefully
that’s not how you will
remember me.

I rise above the suffering
of my humanity and discomfort.

I fight for contentment
and stability.

Remember me as a typhoon,
I caused change and
I healed my own wound’s
with the power of knowledge
and society.

God blessed me with
intelligence and will.

These are my written
testimonials of
my personal struggles.

I thank you for visiting,
may you take my blessings
and share them with the world.

© By Amanda Shelton

While the narcissist drinks
from the river, fear shadows.

None dare to approach, shivers
come in waves down your spine
as you hear them sipping on the
river like wine.

Drunk on power and need to control,
the narcissist knows no sense of
knowledge and self-consciousness.

They are too busy sipping
from the pools of sin and
the blood from their victims.

While they indulge in their
abuse they grin wide and grind
their teeth against your soul.

Beware of the narcissist in the wild.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the line I lay down
my heart, it beats fast
and very deep.

Emotion’s seep from
the depths of me.

It poor’s out so easily,
like a flood a wave break’s
the ****, I am forced to
release the passion that
swell’s with in.

Poetry pools upon this page,
gathering slowly as I reveal
the deepest parts of my reality.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

You are a thorn in my side,
a bruise that never heals,
you are a knife stabbing
me in the back after you
already attached.

You are a rock in my bag,
a piece of dirt in my sandwich,
you are a virus to my sinuses
and you never supported
my feelings, instead you
turned it into your personal
attack.

You cause me anxiety
and stress until my
blood pressure rises
through the roof.

You don’t care about my pain
or the suffering you claim.

You push me away
with your sensory games,
you never bring peace and quiet,
instead you turn up the volume
causing me to seizure and
blister.

I’ve given you chance after chance,
yet you never change your attack’s
or your directional haze.

You keep playing your evil games,
you don’t care about setting
the table, or cleaning your place.

You make a mess of your life
causing me to suffer too.

I will forever be a puppet
to you, you pull on my strings
like a **** pulling the trigger.
Bang!!!