Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
Most days, the sun shines
But common are the days of defeat.
Wear a smile to show I’m fine
Without a desire to drink or eat.
There is no cure for this disease
That forces me to put pen to page.
An addiction cripples me
And spark the flames that
sorrow and rage.
Sometimes, I wish banish this passion
Eating away at my peace of mind and sanity.
Feelings of inadequacy comes in passing
Just seen I think I found recipes to be happy.
My entire life, I sought a fairytale in books
And when I found it, depression felt like a tale.
I have wrote about kings, queens, Gods, heroes and crooks
In the name of passion, only to remain in a perennial hell.