JOURNEY
I took a journey
through the confines
of my brain
and hurdled the depression.
The hopelessness.
The insanity
and lack of self-expression.
Chemical compounds
hopscotch to the beat
of their imbalance.
Dodging dopamine,
raising their fists
in an effort to challenge.
This battleground
of self-love and self-hate
twists and turns
my spinal cord
to seal my fate.
An ocean
of alcoholic beverages
drowns out
the soft sparks
of my electrical impulses,
turning my emotions
as black and as dry
as dust from a drought.
Here comes my salvation.
A little pill
has come
to be my friend.
To put this
journey of despair


THE BATTLE
The sands of time do run out for me
and for my enemy
who shoots with his despair
his misery explodes on contact
spraying sadness into the air
I try to take cover
hide behind my pride
and fire back in that regard
but my ammunition doesn’t seem to work
I guess it’s just too charred
My lungs fill up with poisonous air
I imagine his does too
my eyes water and it’s hard to speak
we’re really running short on time
this battle has made us both too weak