Locked in a tailspin.
Barely remember control.
All around seems to be a wall.
Feeling pressure mounting.
Thunder of a heart beat ring.
A volume that is deafening.
Are these symptoms of a greater disease?
I don’t know but these voices will not quit.
Dredging up grievances that recall only destruction.
Siphoning sickness for a new…
Fragile introspection.
Taste this bile in my throat.
Choking faster than those murders she wrote.
Gagging on air that I need to breathe.
Rip out these filters, I just want to grieve!
Counters continue to keep score.
Head don’t work no more.
And so I continue to sink.
Lost within these darkened halls.
Eyes searching for an exit.
This cycle has overstayed it’s welcome.
Struggling to suck down Oxygen.
Pulse racing as if I’m dying.
What I need is a rest from oblivion.
Facsimiles of a style once pursued.
Took medication and now I am screwed.
Addicted to sickness I never wanted to abide.
Screwing myself into this wet stinky soil.
My blood forever on the boil.
No longer do I wish to endlessly toil!
Locked in a tailspin.
Barely remember control.
All around seems to be a wall.
Feeling pressure mounting.
Thunder of a heart beat ring.
A volume that is deafening.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 