Catharsis I

Anarchy in my mind, unwanted tenants running riot,

Authority lost, now I roam the darkest corners of my mind like a harlot,

Money nor lust alleviate me from my mind’s tyrants,

This devil’s juice will bring me happiness that’s faux, for a moment I’ll feel triumphant,

But when it wears off it’s a Jihad in my head again,

And I’m on the losing end again,

Wage war with  these foes so long there’s familiarity,

Which doesn’t breed contempt, rather amenity,

I find my bed of roses in my enemies’ midst,

These once ominous dark clouds are now seductive forecast,

And now it seems I’m starting to welcome my nightmares,

I react to them like they are wet dreams,

Prefer the sense of danger to that of safety,

Realise if I’m not being forced to move like a ballerino, then I leave room for complacency,

My life experiences have left me resigned to the thought that nothing lasts forever,

And that happiness is a delusion as fleeting as a river,

Thinking too much has left me feeling too little,

Numbed by my thoughts, thoughts I can’t share with another ‘cause i feel they can’t relate, 

So I leave them bottled up in me, even though I might implode.

Reviews

[Aradia Lecrawe]

This poem... It touches a part of me I haven't recognized in a long time. It relates to people with inner turmoil that no one else can understand. You are the only one who can understand the demons in your head. I love the fact you made it out like two life long rivals coming together for yet another battle. My favorite line is the one about the harlot. That is the best description I've heard about inner battles. Kudos.

[Deos Fortioribus Adesse]

Thank you. I appreciate your kind words.

[Lyn Anderson]

I like this one. Different, engaging. I personally struggle with the word "Ballerino" I would say Ballerina or Ballet dancer, but I understand the purpose of the word.