This is a poem about suicide as you can tell from the title but a specific one, not of bereavement nor of pain but for the lack of being able to think i sometimes get like this my head so full of stuff i can't control my thoughts though i havnt been driven to suicide nor do i ever plan on doing any of the sort View table of contents...

Submitted: Jul 11, 2008    Reads: 26    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

Too long have I waited for this torment to end?

I’ve gone mad with anger, lust and revenge

It seems like forever I’ve been in this dream

Why can’t I wake up from this evil theme?

 

These evil things plaque my mind

As I run away to leave them behind

I have no place to turn or hide

No place to withdraw within my mind

 

I can’t seem to find my passive thoughts

As I travel my mind, upon a horse

It troubles me that I cannot find

The things I think within my mind

 

I don’t know why I just can’t think

I’m stuck in mud just like a stick

These evil things possess my mind

As I reach for the dagger to end my time

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