Category : Poems

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One foot in life the other the grave, it's a shame to my fear I became a slave, haunted by devious impulses and nightmares. 
Death silently knocks at my door, onto on coming traffic my body urges me to go, on a daily basis I wish it won't so.
A nightmare I told as if it was real, a story of how life made me feel, past trauma caused drama leaving me with scars on my heart, all because I wore it on my sleeve.
I love my family, I'll never hurt them, so why I have urges to end them in their Sleep, to smile to their faces while such a dark secret I keep. 
Therapy I once sort after thought I'd get the help I desperately need, thinking I'd get to understand why I feel the way I feel.
On bending knees, closed eyes God's healing I seek, a raging storm amongst my thoughts, waiting for my rainbow after the rain in the early morn. 
My words are potent it pulls people together and sometimes tear them apart, fill them with love and brake their heart. 
Deep rooted anxiety, coupled with bottled up anger affects me mentally, I try to mask it all with a smile but it only lasts for a while, this isn't the life nor am I the man I'd hope to be.