Crippled Mind

I can’t think

I can’t sleep

The stress is too deep

I’m drowning in a river

Filled with Liquor

It’s my liver

It’s my kidneys

It’s my heart

Feeling like

Skin peeling

Off my face

Ripped apart

It’s tucked away

It’s in the dark

Places where I play

Find another opening

Where focus means

A hopeless dream

Crawl across

The shards of glass

From windows smashed

A broken past

Echoed laughs

Will I find happiness

Or just another mess

Some are hell bound

Damned

And

Others blessed

BY OSCAR TORRES LEON

 

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