Sad Condition

Capture me my head it

can’t seem to get it right.

What flows from me now

my brain is not a delight.

The black of cold bites

my hand as I try feed it.

Succumbed I have to be

numb and so defeated.

I guess I’ll take this pill,

they say it brings a joy.

They say it dims night

making reality to enjoy.

What my mind projects

I can’t seem to take hold.

Maybe I’ll break a rule

or two if I were so bold.

What master am I to be,

my sanity if not contort,

it to my will with a drug

into my mind I’ll absorb?

The doctor says the pain

is a result of the trauma.

To justify chemicals take

I do to change personas.

The night without them

is unbearable to behold.

Now my age it heightens,

it my expectancy slowed.

I am so used to bitterly

sad days and cold sweat

that to not have them I

am so sad and feel regret.

What am I with not the

sorrow flowing asunder?

Split reality and dream I

used to so to feel thunder.

I hear sad songs I laugh

at sorrow some can cry.

None have felt a chasm

like of me myself and I.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. kristianw84 says:

    Oh, Jared, this is so beautifully written, but I hate that you know such pain. I commend you for sharing your inner truths. I know writing is therapeutic for you too, however; it takes courage to do so & I admire you for it. I sincerely hope you find something that brings a smile to your face. Hugs!

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    1. Here with you guys brings me joy sweetheart. Thank you Kristian.

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      1. kristianw84 says:

        Always. ❤ My heart & thoughts are with you. 🤗

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