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Bespoke Poetry & Prose for any occasion
CRASH
Fighting to survive in my own head,
Days become a battleground
Wading through the bitterness
Loneliness bleeds my soul,
Searching for an answer,
Searching for a goal,
Belief becomes suspicion,
Am I worth what I believe?
Taking chances becomes impossible,
The drive to carry on is gone,
Pain and anger bloom,
Like a dark flower in my brain,
Disappearing hope,
Turns my joy in life to shame,
If I am not the person that I believed,
Too much sorrow,
Too much shame,
I cannot see
For the agony I feel
Lyrick 2018
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