Writing is my therapy.
I find it far easier to write
Away my demons into chains
Than to let their free verse reign.
I dare not sit in that chair
To face the things near or far
The cold and the heavy
The antiques of my persistent soul.
Though in time, when farther I succumb
Perhaps, I'll find that existential door,
One which takes me to the place, I need
To restore whats so lost within.
And true, I write the walls which hold me,
But better a prisoner of my own making,
Then be held hostage by an unstable mind.
Control, power, hold on, until you can't.