. .. … …. Chasing silence, running down peace of mind Anything to get another fix of normality Trying to satisfy the hunger in my soul Ignore the demons scratching, Push through the clouded doubt Echos of my angry past ringing in my ears Taring at my soul. I’ve looked up from rock bottom, through […]Read More Chasing silence
Anyone who knows me, knows I have struggled with mental health most of my life. I have felt the deafening sounds of silence and felt the crushing weight of my own breath. There was a time I felt no way out. A time when the chants of my inner demons were louder than my reason […]Read More Reach out.
Trapped in the fury of my mind Seeking answers to the unanswerable Engulfed in an unquenchable thirst for truth Sifting through the ashes of yesterday Locked up in today Wading without rest in memories locked away Waiting for daylight to breakRead More Daylight
I have thought about this post for a while. I haven’t posted in sometime. I went from everyday day to every couple to weeks of silence. It isn’t that I enjoy writing any less or have anything less to say. It is more complicated then that. In this moment I have so many thoughts swimming […]Read More The Pulse of Misery
I stare out at the moon Curled up in my room Desperate for the dawn to break So many demons circling Welcoming the darkness The fullness of the moon Taunts me From the corner in my room https://seasonsapoeticjourney.com/2019/12/14/poetry-prompt/IRead More From the Corner
. . . Inside clutter of my mind You’ll get lost in all the noise Tripped up in the nightmares Overwhelmed by the madness Inside the clutter of my mind . . Inside the clutter of my mind Deep amongst the shadows of wasted opportunity Down the river of regret You’ll see the idea of […]Read More Clutter of my mind
. . . My mind is a haze I can’t even keep up to my thoughts I exist in this shell of who I once was Who I would give anything to be again I search for remnants of her Clues of where she might have went It’s dark in her wake Destruction and oblivion […]Read More Pretend
The hands tick slowly away Signaling the passage of existence Hopefully leading way to something greater If not just quiet.Read More 30.
Weight is tricky. It literally does what it says it does. It weighs on you. Weighs on your bones, your mind, your life, your soul. The weight that is hardest to loose is the weight you can’t see. It is the plague that weighs you down. Dictating who you’ll be. It thinks it owns you. […]Read More Weigh in
. . . I’m tired of the mask The fake smiles, little laughs Dawning a life far fetched from my own Covering a secret, battered skin, fragile bone Wounds from my battle, long since past Take a slow breath, pray its the last Want to be break free, let go, move on Let the disease […]Read More Mask