Carpet pulled out from under my feet.
This echo roars with a bout of defeat.
Circumventing hope to instill sheer terror.
Break down these walls.
Give me peace,
Don’t bring about another tremor.
Of starting fights you don’t want to finish.
Cowardice is bold when its a survival instinct.
While tasting blood has become a separate decree.
One that dances on my grave to be so readily.
Shot of poison sparks this new suicidal.
Fraying strands meant to serve as vital.
Take these pills then quieten down.
Before long that frown will be upside-down.
What a crock of shit they continue to feed.
Its numbing me until I can’t believe…
Past is gone and future is sold.
That which remains has gone cold.
Terror in hearts and minds.
Seldom solutions are what martyrs wish to find.
Base personalities on what they are told.
Not for me.
I wish to be what I decide to be.
Cast out that which is not fit in my own mentality.
Sign these papers because I choose.
Not be declared always to lose.
Set these sights then reach and grab.
Never be left with a universe clad in shades so drab.
Endeavour, forever.
Set sail for my pleasure.
Happiness a key to treasure.
Will not settle for less than all.
Hear my clarion call.
Work these hands right down to bone.
Determined more than most can know.
For to be free you must push hard.
Imprisonment is on every card.
Lurking where most dare not to look.
Yes back in that darkest nook.
A place we all fear.
Our darkness within!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 