This write up is credited to Kurtis Monson Adasi.Be inspired.
Published by Jerry, Ephraim on 8th September,2018.
“Puss Pockets of Pain”
9-21-15
So I just was talking
to a friend of mine,
Whom I considered most
dearly.
And then the convo
turned to hearing voices,
The old pain became
clear.
I remembered a time
when I couldn’t hold onto my sanity,
Of days when I was so
gone I had no vanity.
Scary how one little
pill can give me back my humanity,
And still yet I take
it to avoid mental calamity.
Maybe that’s why I
turned to chemicals,
Call itself
medication.
Maybe that’s why
chemicals led me to recovery,
Now it’s self
dedication.
You see, to give
myself a chance I had to take the meds,
Blessed, now I can
actually get out of mental prison beds,
And then the convo lit
an explosion in my head,
So tear after tear
came and many were shed.
I remembered a time
when I couldn’t hold onto my friends,
Whom couldn’t chill
with me because my mind needed to be cleansed.
Now when I look back,
I unzoom my life’s scope lens,
And still yet I’ve not
made all of my amends.
You see, to give
myself a chance I had to stop using chemicals,
With peace and joy
being the crux, the pinnacle.
Learning to be light
hearted, and not so damn cynical.
WIth knowledge of
what’s done behind doors clinical.
So I was just talking
to a friend of mine,
Whom I’ll always hold
most near.
And when I remember this
puss pocket of pain,
That I cried in front
of him with very little shame.
The pocket was opened
up, and emotions fell out,
My mind was
remembering a time when all the voices would shout.
Never again will I
forget where I’ve came from, kinda came a long way.
Forever shall I try to
help those mentally ill, for we can go astray.
Never again will I say
never again, for that’s a heavy load,
Just knowing to myself
what it feels like to wanna explode.
Many paths, many ways,
yet I choose to take this road.
They all have the same
destination, which time will decode
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