TANGLED
'Twas middle of night
Darkness set hours ago
The gray matter within the head
It will not slow
On and on thoughts wind around
Like a web so dense
Attaching itself firmly
To the mind's ground
Silently scream, can'st anyone hear?
The gray matter, it stills not
Adheres to the tangled web
Anxiety, Fear
Will the mind ever still?
Or go on
On into darkness
Entangled in screams
Non'st care to hear
From their slumber
Sound, peaceful
Dreams
Tangled gray matter
The thoughts adhered firmly there
There is not time to rest it
Thoughts of this mess
Anxiety, Fear
'Twas days long ago
All was black and white
Now to be turned to thoughts Blood Red
In Darkness alone, Twilight
You see I fear not Darkness
'Tis it I Truly Love
Darkness covers my inward screaming
In the gray matter, web of trouble, confusion of
'Twas years now
Since quiet overtook
Then was simple to glide by
A most Tranquil Brook
Years have made a nest
Of disturbance in the Soul
Weaving round and round
Burning like hot, fiery coal
Quiet, be quiet it screams
From within
No one cares of your tangled gray matter
As out of control it spins
Head up, just smile
Non'st will be the wiser
They don’t want to see
The tangled mass in your mind
No compassion, unthoughtful
Only for them selves, some are selfish, cowards
Pain in the tangled web of gray matter
As real, More real
Than the aches, complained by them daily
Now I feel my own Compassion, sympathy gone
Why shall I bother the gray matter with “it” anymore?
I know now, I must take care of my own
Leave “it” to endure, alone!
Just that the gray matter, that haunts me, Fear
Cannot be seen, so real the Pain
No bandage to help, no pill to swallow
As others can to get relief, None!
Nothing to see to bandage
In the gray matter of tangled mass
So must surely be
They think they are much worse off
UNTRUE, oh selfish ones, UNTRUE
Use your pills,
Take your cure
Moan your pain
I cannot
As mine cannot be seen, no bandage
Therefore to you
A Non-Exist
One day maybe you too will know
The tangled mass of an Unknown Demon
One day, oh yes it shall
Be me, uncaring, no concern, Done!
So on and on, it races and hooks
To the thorns of the gray matter
All of me you all seem to
Overlook!
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