I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone...but they've always worked for me. - Hunter S. Thompson.

MEMORIES

My mind is a maze of spectacular proportions Forever searching for lost dreams, hopes and separating the difference Between the unknown and fear Reaching the outskirts of what I once thought was home But became my nightmare Living in a dream-like state of abnormality and dysfunctionality A rude awakening to something so obscure, something so unkind and cruel Like the clutched clawed fingers Of a dying man Grabbing at nothing But pain Sharing nothing but tainted memories A make-believe world of wasted time Reveling misery of disillusionment Silent screams And ignorant ranting When will peace finally be found? That endless longing of a quiet mind The voices of disappointment finally quiet The mad laughter of mockery finally gone The sneering faces turned away in shame The bleeding heart finally mended The soul finally rested…



© Deidref
2019-04-28

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