Infinite

Left is right. Right is wrong. Wrong is lost. Lost is lonely. Lonely is sad. Sad is unhappy. Unhappy is crappy. Crap is trash. Trash is thrown away. Throwing away is releasing. Release your fear. Fear has left.

The Drift

Racing blindly down a one-way track. Got to get this monkey off my back. The radios blasting metal. My foot is glued to the pedal. Needles straining, starting to bury. My cigarette is burning, just dropped my cherry. I let go of the wheel, My brakes start to squeal. Drifting down the highway. Today’s not … Continue reading The Drift

Chronic Pain

Sharing is Caring My wife an I share everything, we have an open line of communication, and we use it. We also happen to share abusive childhoods, anxiety, PTSD and depression. At least we have each other. While some days are hard, others are amazing. That’s the ups and downs of life. If you follow … Continue reading Chronic Pain

Choices

Caught between. No time scream. Whispered secrets cut you deep. No right or wrong. Can’t get along. Who do I choose? Abusive and intrusive, Or, Intrusive and abusive. Left alone to dwell, I sit here, in my own private hell. Used, abused and thrown away.

Lights Out

Darkness illuminates the mind, It pacifies the soul. Helps to lose what you can’t find. Removes the illusion of control. The bleak surroundings disappear, The darkness, my true friend. She protects me from light, he’s the one I fear.

Mistakes

The Ripple Effect of Trauma Sometimes I obsess over my past trauma, I get triggered and just loose it. This is something I am actively working on, and I have gotten better at handling it. I understand that it wasn’t my fault and I shouldn’t feel ashamed of what happened in my youth. The one … Continue reading Mistakes

Windswept

Dunes across a vacant space seem to just appear, An angry wind, upon a whim, they disappear. Footprints in the sand, running different ways, A fool will follow nowhere, the rest of his days. The wise man understands that patience is key. Make your own path in life, it will set you free.

Death

The finish line. Life blooms in flesh that rots. Organisms thrive in the discarded shell. Nothing that leaves is ever truly gone. When we vacate this vessel, We simply move on. Not an end. Just a pit stop, Down the highway of life.