Explosion


Shock Therapy!
Infuse me.
Eradicate, the memory!
I've fought long enough,
still losing sleep.
What's done was done,
but it's still haunting!
Lay me down on the table.
I'm a little unstable,
and the readings imply;
that I'm slowing losing life.
Wipe me clean,
so good I don't remember what happened to me
and why I become so fucking weak!
Like a rollercoaster, I'm trapped on a single track.
Anger and triggers slowly climb,
then sharply crash;
whenever I don't feel so high.

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