The Invisible Henchman

There's a searing pain that's inside my brain.
That's deeper than deep, and wetter than rain.
One little seed that is much like a grain,
that takes my control and makes me insane.

This thing's not my friend; it likes to play rough,
and when I do lose I don't feel so tough.
I say all the time "enough is enough!"
but it will not quit; it's calling my bluff.

Each day I fight to get back my control.
Rightfully take back the things that he stole.
But over time he's created a hole,
and forcefully taken parts of my soul.





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