The Darker Side of Poetry

Burden of Thoughts

I'm feeling undeniably crazy and yet positively lazy
My mind is extremely mixed up and hazy

My sense of humour is still a bit cheeky and maybe a little sneaky
Although I'm looking withdrawn, pale and peaky

I'm so weak and frightened that my fears have become intensely heightened  
But for some reason I'm strangely enlightened

My fear is so uncontrollably clear
Addictive personality now craving and drinking too much beer

This guilt and hurtful loss of control grips and twists my fateful soul
This burden is starting to take its toll

Self hate is my never ending fate
Leaving me in a messed up surreal state

My violent and manic rage is trapped in a rusty animal cage
Like a favourite book with a thoughtless ripped out page

Loneliness turns me to thoughts of crime
But I must see sense and tow the line or I'll be doing long and lonely prison time

My deep dark destructive depression, Is an addictive unwanted obsession
Leading me astray to learn another painful lesson


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Burden of Thoughts

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