Memoir

Free from shackles of pain
What is there left to be gained
Too much thinking has my thoughts strained
All but far from insane
I want to rip the hair from my mane
Will I find peace in the grain
I'm calmed by the rain
The drops cool my red hot brain
My heart forever stained
These memories disdained

My life is alarming
Look out and see who did the harming
I Reminisce farming
A kid just learning
Trying make an earning
Now my eyes are burning
My head is churning
The world turning
To place I can't stand being
Half the stuff I want to erase seeing
The blood runs like I'm peeing
Hurt is part of the freeing