AWAKE

Hidden, where only I can go,
Amidst the maddness allowed to flow,
loosely I write as a release,
often in vein the pain,
I struggle to cease,
a lifetime of disfunction
buried deep within,
scars from the hell
from which I have been.

Daily I work to lift the veil,
awakening ghosts left to dwell,
from the darkness arises fight,
veil now fully lifted
a glimmer of light.


©dirtydray - Darrell Watkins