Slam! Like a sledgehammer to my sternum,
As I'm hit with thoughts returning,
My lungs under compression,
Returns depression kept at bay by repression,
But then slam! Again hit,
No inhalation; no time with which,
I can steady myself as I'm stumbling back,
Shooting pains to my heart like an attack,
As it sinks like lead and now my stomach fills with cement,
Slow motion as I'm falling captive, held in lament,
And lingering ghosts return to haunt me,
They were never banished, but patient, and now they taunt me,
My knees and shins buckle,
As my feet fall, failing from their shuffle,
And slam! Down I am pushed knees,
As my minds voice cried, oh how it pleads,
And begs for it to stop for a little while longer,
Too many extensions I owe and still I'm no stronger,
And I slam! To my side, and now I'm lay fetal,
A victim and aim for all my evils,
Every dark thought and sight of this world I've endured,
All my crippling empathy that I have out-poured,
Into the eyes of every soul, now I'm left with an empty bowl,
My hearts been encased in a case made of coal,
Which has broken,
And the beasts give no token,
No warning as they pounce,
And I have no will to fight nor solution to announce,
I beg my soul back now to sleep,
By some grace,
The demons retreat,
As I slam! Shut the gates,
For another night the beasts will keep.