Dangerous Mind [poem]

I’m writing my story

I’m writing in ink

leaving behind

splatters and imperfections.

I’m writing my story,

painting a picture.

A picture,

a memory,

I paint them with my words.

My words are burning,

they’re catching fire.

I have to try to break free

of the thoughts in my mind.

I have to breathe to see

what lies beyond this dream.

I have to sleep to run away

from the terrors of the night.

But I can’t escape

from the poisoned words of the dawn.

The pages keep turning,

as the days grow long and dark.

I’ll laugh at all the memories we’ve lost.

All these things

that shatter the surface.

I have to breathe to see

what lies beyond this dream.

I have to sleep to run away

from the terrors of the night.

I want to erase

this dark, forbidding picture.

The pictures in my mind

they come alive

and haunt me in my dreams.

The poisoned words I’ve written

drive me mad in my mind.

Time is worthwhile,

I should know.

But how do I hold on to it?

I have to breathe to see

what lies beyond this dream.

I have to sleep to run away

from the terrors of the night.

Have to breathe to see

what lies beyond this dream.

Have to run to break away

from the screams in my mind.

Have to try to believe

that it will be alright.