Mar 2017
Why won't I stop
Clenching my fist?
The feelings I get
Make my stomach twist.
It can't be controlled,
I sit and reminisce
The times of serenity.
Why am I like this?
Screaming to no one,
Pursuing help and love.
No one hears my cries.
It's my mind I must get rid of.
Years of loneliness lie ahead.
Where has my clear mind gone?
My fits of rage take me over.
Repose- a blessed phenomenon.
Clenching my fist?
The feelings I get
Make my stomach twist.
It can't be controlled,
I sit and reminisce
The times of serenity.
Why am I like this?
Screaming to no one,
Pursuing help and love.
No one hears my cries.
It's my mind I must get rid of.
Years of loneliness lie ahead.
Where has my clear mind gone?
My fits of rage take me over.
Repose- a blessed phenomenon.
Written 9.27.16. I wrote this a bit after I got home from a mission trip in Mexico. The day I left for this trip was September 2, the day one of my best friends had a major car accident. I couldn't be with him or see him until a week or so after my trip and my mind was going insane and violent. Writing was my only escape.
