hemorrhage

Double-vision,
Not seeing clear.
Breathing hard,
Shaking from fear,

Running from urges
To hang up on this life;
Insurgency within
Compelling this sturdy strife.

Take a pill of refrain
To slow my progressive nature –
Only showing my refuted dissention
From the normal culture.

This world
Is taking control of me;
Released now
By the words not spoken freely.

©2003 Joe Jenkins