Not sure how I got here or whats in my head.
What I can say is that it demands I’m bled.
Itching right beneath that gives birth to fog.
Each and every day is a permanent slog.
And I can change all my thinking but it still remains.
Never does the creeping stay out my brains.
I feel the familiarity.
Save me, save me;
There’s no escape for me.
Reason has been lost to the emotion inside.
If I could if would explain and provide.
For this crawl is not something to envy.
What it does is prevents and blocks me.
Still medication is not a worthy out I feel.
For I adore the parts which did not congeal.
I feel the familiarity.
Save me, save me;
There’s no escape for me.
Calm sparks for as long as I’m on the outside.
Don’t think this is fueled by some twisted pride.
And if I step into the torrent it’s deafening.
Mind overwhelmed I need to retreat.
Remaining will only see me get beat.
Don’t want to end up torn, shattered and incomplete.
I feel the familiarity.
Save me, save me;
There’s no escape for me.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 