The fight
for normal is part of me
Struggle
to maintain how I ought to be
These
words so simple yet without equal
Make me
feel good are not words whimsical
War
within is the tussle to keep living
Control
my mind to control my hands that keep giving
Nature
perverse or a divinity’s curse
It don’t
matter what’s in the purse
Hear the
mundane scream that they hate their routine
It’s not
recommended but the alternative is dream
So you
smile and contemplate, is that all?
You don’t
see the pained mind and hate for the mirror on the wall
Each day
that lights bright is a new beginning after night
But each
time too the candle is less with both ends in the night alight
Yet I
know to stop the burn now would save a life
All it
takes, is the mind and hand show, all it takes ……..
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