Hearing all the noises
Bashing in my head
No time to see the goodness
Only misery, loneliness and dread.
Honestly don’t know
What became of my lighthearted soul
Mired down in stress
Burdened with things as dark as coal.
No one will help me out
No one really cares
All I hear is bashing, crashing in my head
Filled with misery, loneliness and dread.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
I do wonder what would happen
If I didn’t tell the truth
Mired down in anguish
I’d may only say half truths.
Please tell me I wouldn’t
Please tell me I would
Be above and aloof
All the lies lying there
No where near the absolute
My absolute truth.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Subtly is no form of action to take
When understanding pleasures needed
To make a heart full of happiness
Once mired down in toxins, felt like no escape
In a future yet to happen
That which, that which I make.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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