Fickle Fate

 

 

Finding madness in life’s bitter dish

Eat like a mouse, drink like a fish

 

Clinging by nails, losing my grip

Clinging by nails, feeling them slip

 

Driven insane by worry and fears

Driven to drink that flows out in tears

 

Frustration and anger tearing apart

Noise in my head, pain in my heart

 

Limbo the place I’ve come to dwell

Emotions a prison, home but a cell

 

Thoughts they tumble, twist and whine

Thoughts so odd they can’t be mine

 

Drown them with the cheapest drink

But drunk or sober, think, think, think

 

No one to tell the things in my head

Solitary breakfast, alone to my bed

 

Escape into sleep is only too brief

Ponder if death would be a relief

 

Struggling on while heaving a sigh

Try to be strong though starting to cry

 

Did karma bring me to this sorry state

Or a cold, cruel twist of fickle fate

 

 

 

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About tonyjayg

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2 Responses to Fickle Fate

  1. tonyjayg says:

    …and thanks again W…

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