Precious as Gold

February 13, 2011
As worried thoughts worm through my brain
I fight back twinges of mental pain
I gasp; I twitch, and close my eyes
And listen to my inner cries
I sit; I stare and blankly balk
I simply sigh and grieve and sulk
My nightmares fester; I’m insane
My life is like a dried blood stain
I crush myself with an unreal weight
As my mind yearns for a clean slate
The only thing that keeps me here
Is not my madness, not my fear
But yet the glimmer of hope I hold
For my future, precious as gold

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