Of Ill Intent

Spin, spin, spin;
Can’t take anymore.
This dream dies in four.
Seconds feel like hours in my mind.
Where decency quits in the face of resistance.
Not sure what should be pursued with persistence.
Remote connection is subverting control.

Deep dive below.
Feed this beast that won’t go.
Sleeping giants refuse to do a deal.
These are figments in my midst.
Imagination running wild and wrong.
Need to vent this status that I’ve held.
Feeling as though I don’t belong.

Storms of ill intent.
Magnified under new regret.
As heavy fog sits upon my shoulders.
Crushing movement beneath its constant.

Relieve this weight from atop of me!

Moment of pause.
What I am needing most.
Raise this glass for a hopeful toast.
For better days that are yet to come.
A time where efforts don’t unravel in one.
Day is always darkest before each dawn.
Remembering that is a vital thing.

No distortion left to touch.
From the ground up without a crutch.
Developing where once seemed like a loosing battle.
Block out others mocking prattle.
To create that which speaks.
Volumes are not for the weak.
This is my life for which I preach.