Infliction

Feb 8, 08

Pressure is building; burdensome
Heavy on my limbs; Dragging me
The mental pain; almost physical

And closing eyes doesn’t stop me
From seeing those gone reveries
What could have been and be

Something over controlling; breaking
Wearing me down; deteriorating will
The mental pain; almost physical

And closing eyes doesn’t stop me
From the scintillate mirage hope
That appears before my slivered heart

Biting lips; anxiety delving reason
Biting harsher; anger over coming
The mental pain; almost physical

And closing eyes doesn’t stop me
Wearing me down; deteriorating will
That appears before my slivered heart

*

Smile through that melancholy
Because that helplessness evolves
Anger? Anger is power. I smile
I like that power.

Do I?