My mind is a palace and a scary place to hide;
During the day, it's my escape, and at night, passions die.
The void in my head says to let go of reality;
But if I choose let go, it's a one-way ticket, proof of mortality.
The days grow longer with every impulsive thought;
The ones that tell me I'm no good, they dream of my naught.

Each morning I wake, I quickly give thanks;
But every second to minute, the burdens amount like deadweight.
Each morning I rise, I quickly give praise;
But every minute to hour, should I regret my stay.
No one ever knows the happenings inside my palace;
And only One will truly know my battles, wars, and ballots.



Monday 1 July 2024