Misfire
If the brain misfires, synapse incomplete,
eyes twitch, mouth stutters, what a feat.
Do not judge for we are all unique,
speech impediment, schizo, depressed, all me.
Thinking thoughts that come and go,
so fast, can't settle on I don't know.
How do I feel anything in endless abyss,
surely, normal is what I miss.
Normal? What is normal in this life,
work, bills, home, struggle and strife.
I can't wrap irregular around sanity,
I give, I take, I want it all, give it to me.
I want what I know I will never have,
happiness, peace of mind, no, my life is sad.
Sealed inside my minds cocoon,
point, laugh, stare, call me loon.
I am not completely gone,
kick, beat and degrade me, I go on.
Misfire again, I will never be free,
get used to it, it's here inside, it is me.
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