The sweetest rush comes from failing
To keep out the demons created
Fabricated to keep the sanity somewhere
Recreating the bars on skin to contain them

The bitter taste comes from realizing
How many cannot understand this struggle
One that started from the beginning
And ceases to fade away permanently

The highest point came hiding the truth
Every line a grim marker of a ****** edge
Deciding an abstraction is the best distraction
For years on years, building inward

The lowest point came from discovering
How futile the ignorance can become
Fighting against it is all too tiring
When a little spill is easier to clean

The last point came from recalling
The future was a shell of what was
A present labored in the persistence of pain
Left by the past that refuses to disappear

© 2014