Limited Options

Limited Options

The blood.

The pain.

The horrible memories

Flashing through my brain.

 

My mind’s eye

Sees them all again;

Like a nightmare

Filled with wicked sin.

 

I tremble in fear.

I scream, I cry.

I cannot escape,

Though I may try.

 

The scars upon my body.

The scars within my mind.

Have returned again to haunt me

From a past long left behind.

 

A childhood forgotten.

Experiences long denied.

Now, suddenly remembered

Have left me terrified.

 

I huddle in a corner.

I hide within my bed.

But, I can’t escape these demons

That keep screaming in my head.

 

This Clockwork Orange experience

That disrupts my normal day.

Is driving me to suicide.

Is there another way?

 

I cry for help.

But, no one hears.

I run and hide

To escape my fears.

 

Curse my father.

Curse my mother too.

They’re  the ones responsible

For what I’m going to do.

 

I’m going where pain can’t hurt me.

Where fears no longer rule.

If there’s a God in heaven

I’m coming now to you.————————-R.W. Johnson—– (1988)

 

 

 

 

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