13 July 2015

to Rest

wish I could relax, rest my head
I look a mess my eyes are red
my nerves are shot, in constant pain
all paranoid, driven insane
pickled brain, necrotic heart, blood turned black
sped up to slow down wish I could relax

I should be relaxing, maybe napping
but in my head the voices keep yapping
I silently scream my contradiction
it's the reason for all of the friction
the constant dereliction I find too taxing
that's when I remember I should be relaxing

Copyright © 2015 by Patrick B Vince

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