The Water’s Rising Past My Eyes
This piece was written while inducing a hypomanic state. I had a lot of scrambled energy that needed to come out and this poem is the product of the current state of my psyche. Lucky I have a new therapist.
Fit for failure
Fear finds me falling
Forgetting fast
The feeling – fades…
I am the handler and the toy
Just a twisted little boy
Say no more, your time – now mine
Are memories we burned for heat
An emotional collision
I self-inflict incisions
Help me feel – And make this decision
The sudden vision
Of memories I thought was had hidden.
I try and steady my hands and breathe
Be it love, a painful encounter, or just a flash of yesterday
The endless lies my mind will play
Over and over – The battle never lets
I must fight through the fear and regrets
To even see the light here and stand in stead.
