Aghast in utter shock As their eyes read my words What kind of mind does she possess? There is darkness in her work Pain so beautifully written A blessing and a curse Each stanza bobs and weaves Some leave in a hearse Fighting inner battles Throughout every day Good and evil duke it out Only one gets their way This is just me This is just how I write I won’t apologize to you, or them For airing my many plights
A journey through the mind, of one so far afield, A roller coaster ride, bits and pieces never healed. Pain radiates in waves, assaulting every sense, twists and turns in darkened caves, each corner screams intense. Ever wandered away from the safety of your bubble? Or did you choose to stay, and block out all the rubble?