D is for Drums
Pain that strikes me everyday makes it seem as though each day wears my life away. Loss of sleep and sometimes not enough to eat, I cannot carry on like this. Drugs, money, and power are what I scour for, but they are not within reach. Someone to hold would be o so nice, but to be as bold as to ask is too much. Depression, aggression, and the power of suggestion are what shape my life into the tornado I live in. Round and round I go in the cycle that finally ends in parole. Struggle that I can’t handle myself, but when I cry a plea no one can hear me. Almost as though drowning, but an endless feeling of envy of those who have obtained what I cannot. It becomes harder to breath, I can feel suffocation within sight. Every step I take I can’t seem to make out what is in front of me. Am I going blind? Or is it just a sign, a sign that I need to change. Yet everyday I seek change, so desperate that I arrange for the exchange of change. With my last breath almost out of sight, I can see a light, glittery beautiful white. It might just be my ticket back life, but hurry now and catch it because I cannot stand another day of this strife.