So many of you with that
        10watt mass in your head.
Can generate so much,  
          out there, to be read.
Garnering likes, loves, and
          repost, that spread.
Making me post, my attempts,
          with a sense of dread.
Hopefully pushing my own
           wattage to a "nine."
I can manage, to generate,
            a usable line.
Afraid my watts, don't know
            what's unless I rhyme.
Again I'm afraid, I've wasted,
            everyone's time.

A honest belief,
  Can bring relief,
    While causing
       grief.
        May effects,
         be brief.

His son wanted to play ball
So he got him a dog

He wanted to go fishing
So he got him a fish

His son wanted some advice
So he got him a book

He wanted some time
So he got him a watch

He just wanted a dad
But dad never got him

there is a tune somewhere in my head
waiting its turn to be heard;
it will escape the silence one of these days
and surprise the Universe with its song.

Shattered, smashed, broken
All I feel is pain
Nothing ever helps me
Will I ever be whole again
My mind a torture chamber
Faces, voices, smells
Set my mind to wander
In my own eternal hell
To sleep relieves exhaustion
For shorter and shorter times
As the nightmares fuel the demons
Behind my crying eyes

The tears flow freely
The pain is a thief
Tearing away my sanity
Piece by little piece
Will there ever be a time
When there is no pain
That I do not cry
Will I be insane
There are no words
to describe my plight
But for now at least
I survive to fight