torment

The tormented soul is pulled apart
The mind has far to go
It’s pulled to different states of moods from happiness to despair and madness
With grief and emptiness holding don the cheated lies of life
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to go
With memories abound, afresh and aglow
The fears of all my life are thrust against the stage door whilst the show must carry on
Yet still the world turns in space on and round and life plays on
The anxiety and stress within will never let me be
I sleep so little
I eat so much that restlessness ensures to prevent a helpful and fruitful life that in be ever endures
My tale is one of misery of patents and of woe
But still we must continue
Upon the road below
To enter into the sanctuary we travel into hell taking all our heartaches from road to road to road
The pathways often murky with summer skies but to bleak and dark we are to notice life about
The simple things will pass us by whilst trauma plays us
Still we continue on through slurry and sludge to boggy marsh land in the hope that next time life will say enough right now and begone please begone begone begone