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Sep 2016
The seaweed grabs me while I sleep
Slipping into dreams of the darkest drive I've been through
So I’ll toss and turn until my thoughts begin to bleed
Watching bare ***** fools trying to play it cool

Praise Jesus for my damaged brain
Thank God I’m a nervous wreck
I guess I’ll just stand in line waiting for my name
Leave me peeling off skin until my heart goes into arrest

The anxiety they tempt me with only feels like peace
The sanity it costs is the only thing I’ll taunt
So I’ll bleed my soul into the cracks of this unpaved street
For skeleton friends I don’t even want

Your love’s been my only grace
When they bite and claw and fight and spit
All despite my reckless ways
This self inflicted ****.
Andrew Maitland
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Andrew Maitland  Southern Ontario
(Southern Ontario)   
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