Realizing - A Poem
Written by Christian Tanner
There's a door to be unlocked,
and sobriety is the key for me.
Consequence would break me,
But I'm stronger than that.
Anxiety might break me,
But I'm coping with that.
What breaks me is my everlasting memory of the men who got a piece of me and made me so hateful.
I've been unbearably dreadful,
leaving me unable and disgraceful.
Taking anything that was once peaceful,
And turning it into everything that is painful.
The best part about writing this is knowing that I'm still alive,
and this is right now.
Time remains for me to re-frame this situation.
This situation,
I'm fighting the problem of regression and turning it into a personal equation.
No more complication forsaken,
I've left an impression to be inpatient without a replacement for my mind's invasion.
My mind's invasion - Evil.
At least,
Priest,
Please,
Cast the evil demon in my mind out of my head,
This hate feast,
The Devil's eating like the beast believed.
This heart-ache conceived by secondary evil,
achieved by man,
and yet to be relieved by me.
Please,
Pencil,
Write away my hate.
Draw away my fear.
Pencil in my fate,
And forgive my past years.
Please,
Christian,
Me,
Think about what you have to live up to.
Imagine the relaxing blue,
and know that the most important voice to listen to,
is you.
Now,
Tell me what to do.
Written by Christian Tanner
There's a door to be unlocked,
and sobriety is the key for me.
Consequence would break me,
But I'm stronger than that.
Anxiety might break me,
But I'm coping with that.
What breaks me is my everlasting memory of the men who got a piece of me and made me so hateful.
I've been unbearably dreadful,
leaving me unable and disgraceful.
Taking anything that was once peaceful,
And turning it into everything that is painful.
The best part about writing this is knowing that I'm still alive,
and this is right now.
Time remains for me to re-frame this situation.
This situation,
I'm fighting the problem of regression and turning it into a personal equation.
No more complication forsaken,
I've left an impression to be inpatient without a replacement for my mind's invasion.
My mind's invasion - Evil.
At least,
Priest,
Please,
Cast the evil demon in my mind out of my head,
This hate feast,
The Devil's eating like the beast believed.
This heart-ache conceived by secondary evil,
achieved by man,
and yet to be relieved by me.
Please,
Pencil,
Write away my hate.
Draw away my fear.
Pencil in my fate,
And forgive my past years.
Please,
Christian,
Me,
Think about what you have to live up to.
Imagine the relaxing blue,
and know that the most important voice to listen to,
is you.
Now,
Tell me what to do.
Comment