These thoughts that I keep are digging in me deep. I try to count the sheep but I get no sleep. I lay and weep as my depression starts to creep. feel like standing on a ledge that is steep and leap.

And the more I think I just pour a drink because sleep I'm not getting a wink. these thoughts and feelings stink and suicide I'm on the brink. So I got to rethink and put my thoughts in sync but my eyes are so flooded I can barely blink.

These thoughts I got to find a way to replace and hope they vanish without a trace. constantly feeling like a disgrace. I know I got to embrace grace. Well maybe I'm just a basket case. Happy thoughts I have to retrace and in case in a locked and stored place so I can keep face.

My whole body and mind the demons got possession. Maybe if I show aggression and question thier oppression with discretion I can get a confession and ask what is their obsession with me. But they are good at their profession and act like they have no comprehension. They know what they are doing I can tell by their expression and maybe it's their way of teaching me a valuable lesson .


© M.Moss