I’m struggling to continue the good fight
Against myself as I rock back and forth,
Repeating reassurances so trite
Internal mocking with my own scorn and wrath.
The precarious edge of sanity -
Intellectual discourse not holding me back,
Out of needless spite and sheer vanity
The angry id refuses to keep track.
Scoring deep with the blunt edge of a knife
It does nought to dull the incessant pain.
What I would give for God to take my life!
In the dreary vista of endless rain.
Every day is slowly taking its toll.
Please help me please, as I start to lose control.
01
Nov
hey unlike many other poets that i come across these days, the lines actually rhyme.