May 22nd, 2019

The seasons are changing
The oceans are raging
The ground is unsteady
These emotions are heavy
The storm in my head
While I lay in my bed
The clock ticks away
Turning night into day
These thoughts are not real
But they’re all that I feel
As I’m stuck in the ocean
I drown in slow motion
Awake or asleep
These thoughts always creep
The trembling that I feel
Makes me think this is real
This illness isn’t me
I’m somewhere in-between
What’s wrong and what’s right
Do I fight or I flight
The darkness inside
Has no place to hide
My mind might be the offender
But I will not surrender


January 16th, 2019

My depression is dormant
Resting in hibernation
But it stays consistent
Like the seasonal migration
It’s like a wild animal
Waiting to pounce
It’s trying to take over
But I won’t renounce
It sneakily slithers
When I’m unaware
And nothing can save me
From my psychological warfare
So I self destruct
And I start a stampede
I might be beaten down
But I refuse to concede

Letters From My Past

October 17th, 2018

I had read your name
As it fell acrostic
But it was nothing more
Than a cope to my diagnostic
So I rewrote your letters
Now their meaning is gone
But I know it’s still there
Where it was all along
You were so original
And I was rehearsed
So I took a page out of your book
Because you were well versed
I didn’t know what I was doing
I guess I just felt shameless
When I tried to write my feelings
I left those letters nameless
I guess it was never your fault
But these pencils can’t erase the past
And my curiosity will have to rest
With questions never asked