Trap Door

An open mind can be a dangerous thing...welcome to my mind...

Point of origin , dust

Religion of lust

Overwhelmed by disgust

Unlocking self is a must

Self loathing and masochism

Constipation of mind

Three sides of the prism

Renders me blind

Knowing right from wrong

However fleeing the first

Searching for the will to belong

Yet expecting the worst

Negativity, my name

Tripping you up every time

Positivity, a losing game

With weakness at its prime

Taking nothing from nothing

Does this a fraction make?

Mathematically ironic

For this derisions sake

Year after empty year

Time lost and but forgotten

A dried up well of empty tears

In a mind that has gone rotten

Trying to escape bad thoughts

But my memory remembers

In reminiscence getting caught

Trying to discard its embers

Pleading to release me

From my own troubled mind

From start, to where finish be

I always run behind

I am trapped inside

Something not bargained for

With no place to run, nor hide

In search of the trap door...

 

 

 

Author's Note

comment, critiques, etc..welcomed