Chaos calls
Peace rarely befalls
Mind racing like a million ants
Thoughts and mental rants
The noise is more than I can bare
Into space I continue to stare
Their questions nag at me
Will I ever feel free?
There is too much I don't understand
My flat-lining emotions are forever-bland
It seems, my storm is Chaos
It seems, madness is my boss
Spirit of Freedom please come to me
Set me free—Set me free
I just want peace like The River
I just want peace from The Giver
Common sense is not to be had
How on earth did my mind get this bad?
The honking and screeching in my ears
I hit the breaks as I try to ignore my fears
Tomorrow I will have to do this all again
At life, will I ever win?
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.