Just a little poem to free the soul.
It is chaos; this world I inhabit.
Holes, walls, and thorns leaving scratches.
I fall. I climb. I bleed.
I never find what I feel I need.
I’m trapped in a storm. I can’t breathe.
Save me from the fear creating me.
I will never find light.
I feel I am losing this fight.
Scratches are deep. The wounds wont heal.
Thorns are encasing; forming a seal.
I weep. I scream. Silence cleanses me.