What is this feeling that I'm feeling
Robbing my joy – My happiness it's stealing
Some sort of dread? Darkness? Fear?
My mental demise is closing in – insanity drawing near
Never will I rid myself of this shame
For I only have me, myself, and I to blame
Look...Can you see them too?
The ghosts of my past slowly coming into view
I try and try, but I cannot find
A quiet place in the corner of my mind
What was once peace and joy
Is now seek and destroy
I'm not so normal, if you have not guessed
I was walking east, while my moral compass pointed west
How can I right so many wrongs
Without keeping the past where it belongs
© Copyright 2016 Matthew Zabala. All rights reserved.
Short Story / Fantasy
Poem / Religion and Spirituality
Essay / Travel
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