Subject.
Worried is an understatement;
I long for stability, mentally and physically.
Each step brings forth many discomforts,
Some big and some small,
But all valid.
My mind is wandering,
Taking a ride on a never-ending merry-go-round.
My thoughts, not so joyous.
Punctured from experiences
And potential threats.
I crave serenity, peace from
The ever-constant delusions
That slither through my mind.
A desire to terminate the steel snakes
That spit permanent paranoia.
This poem is about:
Me