I lost my grip again
The cut-rate pirate promised prose and protection from the maniac
Matters to me not never
I SCREAM!
This tattered trailer tailored to the times forever forgotten
Freaking out, falling again
This echo echoes. Intensity. Intergalatic.
Spacially challenged to challenge spaces in between
This gap, I grasp, at grapes, grown guilty
In soft soil
That pirate Bill wrote me into his will after taking his pill
He said in final words "I'm slipping"
I slipped again
This time the fall fractured fragile fasteners binding me. I'm fragile
As fermentation fixes my faulty circuits
Crickets, chirp chirp chirp
As she says "Take your pills"
As I scream
I'M SLIPPING
This poem is a play on word/phrase palindromes, alliteration, and mid-stanza rhyme schemes. I think everyone has been to a point where they just want to ***** a series of words to make themselves feel better. I hope everyone else that suffers from mental health challenges appreciates this poem and finds an outlet that suits their individual needs and desire to let some of those inner thoughts free
