Lightning wraps around fears stored up in the mind.

Finding warps, thoughts tore by time, design and crime.

Crimes with no rhyme, inflicted by self and others perceived.

Received by the soul, the heart…

Torn apart by the mind as it tries to understand..

..take a stand.

Land on my feet. Not an easy feat.

Warring inside..that eternal battle. Light versus darkness.

Poor pitiful me. Stuck in a rut.

Such is life..filled with strife. The drama feeds.

Leads to an existence that is not existing.

Insisting to stay the same

wishing to not be lame.

Tame these thoughts, it is all part of my lot.


Submitted as part of One Stop Poetry’s One Shot Wednesday