Is there any other way to keep going another day?
If there is…I can’t seem to find it.
I’m a candle burning at both ends
My life, a double edge sword
and I want to jam it into my chest
just to get some rest
I only exist on blank paper
a plane of lost time
Denial at every turn
Locked doors of freedom
Unable to break free
Get me out of this prison cell
Break these chains of Pain and Hell
Sadness…Deep in the realm of consciousness
Copyright 2017 Timothy Grassan / Purple Night Poetry