shadows of despair

The shadows on the wall play tricks on my mind. These words swallow what once felt like a never ending black pit of despair; perhaps a tragedy of mind. they swallow pain that seemed displaced all over my mind, casting shadows on my day, there not all gone but most have gone away. where once they were everywhere now there are few, casting torment only sometimes anew.


torment can be a thing host to a pinic of other things that happen to us first. an event or a knowledge of a deed that can't be undone or not played by another deed. the mind sometimes plays tricks and continully takes us back there and some don't know how to get back to the present or at least not how to stay away. our days are met with displeasure caused by some unseen pain, all in our heads they say this thing is, sometimes it can cause a disollision of unknown events that never happened at all. the distance between whats real and whats not can cause a void a kind of hole that can't simply be filled by another thing. some never find a way back to what was once there beginnings.