Mental

Written 2014

My brain has been left in turmoil,
Over years of my mentality rotting away.
I feel distraught, distracted, disturbed,
Not knowing what to do or who the trust.
An expression of depression,
I feel from the oppression.
I live without discretion,
All I feel is the tension.

Moving forward isn't an option,
I'm cemented to old foundation.
I am the potholes beneath the new surface,
After the burning tar was paved above.
I'm left in the dark,
Covered up by new occurrences,
Until new pot holes are made.
Then the cycle repeats.

Inspiration is lacking,
Will is absent.
Anxiety is present.
All my problems never go away.