Teeth grit like vice grips on steel.
The metallic hiss rings unforgivingly long.
I raise my hands to the air
Empty handed I surrender.
Empty handed I look for answers.
Yet none rings true for this.
Like a swinging pendulum
I’m hot and then cold
Impatience – an unwelcome friend yet makes itself all too known.
Trying to pacify myself is like
Trying to run backwards up a hill.
Continuously falling downwards.
Makes for a bitter
Pill.
To swallow.
I wallow,
I’m self pity.
Woe be to me for I have seen more tragedy,
In my little mind’s eye than you’ve seen wrongs over rights.
More sleepless nights,
As the hag rides,
Drive bys
Seem like nursery rhymes
Compared the stories I rewind at bedtime.
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Hey! I'm Natasha, I enjoy writing about my own and reading other people's experiences/perspectives about this crazy world we live in!
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