My brain is fucked up,
By stress, anxiety, it’s a mess,
Family falling apart,
Money causing strife.
***
Sleep seems distant to me,
But thoughts just circle,
Round the drain,
That is my mind.
***
If there was a wishing well,
I’d go back to when I was young,
And tell me it doesn’t end well.
***
The things that were certain,
Are dissolving around me,
The rocks of my life,
Are fading away like dist.
***
Twink twinkle night dark,
Please take me to sleep,
Where the dreams are sweet,
Beneath these sheets.
***
No wishing or pleading,
With the universe or god,
Is going to fix,
The bridges that have been burned.
***
I could write a thousand verses,
But I think this can only get worse,
Choices have been made,
And they cannot be reversed.
***
Maybe one day I’ll understand why,
Such pain had to be caused,
And he made the decisions he did,
But for now there is just what there is.
***
You can give all you can,
To offer family a helping hand,
But if they won’t take that help,
You have done all you can.
***
They say blood is thicker than water,
And I know family should be stronger,
But when a member no longer wants to,
A family begins to falter.
***
I’ve cried my tears,
Looked at the plans,
Laid out my fears,
While my heart cares.
***
But all I want to do,
Is run away,
Dispensary,
And imagine you are still there.

©The Pesky Poet

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