Seisku.

It’s a thing that I,

am unable to reign in…

this controlled substance.

 

A big dream that I,

turned tables to fit into…

singular instance.

 

Compelled by the skies,

I’m formerly an eagle…

eyeing my justice.

 

Wings that don’t quite fly,

eating scraps with the seagulls…

buried my cutlass.

 

It’s something that I,

will not default to again…

authentic semblance.

 

A thorn in my side,

an erroneous emblem…

demolished remnants.

 

My, Oh My.

 

It will someday claim,
All I’ve left of these short breaths…
My “anxiety”.

It pains by no name,
Bringer of a thousand deaths…
My old memories.

It’s whipped me to shame,
Jimmied my heart from my chest…
My own mockery.

It’s always the same,
Threatening to take my best…
My PTSD.

My, My.

It will someday claim,
All I’ve left of these short breaths…
My “anxiety”.

It pains by no name,
Bringer of a thousand deaths…
My old memories.

It’s whipped me to shame,
Jimmied my heart from my chest…
My own mockery.

It’s always the same,
Threatening to take my best…
My PTSD.

Hint, hint.

So tired have I grown…

my eyes finding your trash piles;

this ain’t a hotel…

Never have I known…

such a snake behind a smile;

you don’t fit here well.