Posted in Insane in the Brain, Poemesque, Thanks for the memories

a Capitol idea

am I defined by my Broken?
kept in motion by my Devastated?
giving my Pain a Capitol P,
demanding a budget for Fear.

does my Bitter consume me?
i bow the knee to my Pride?
pay taxes to Despair,
hold Emotional hostage at length.

governing body assuredly Grief.
Terror patrolling my dreams.
captivated by Damage.
memoirs written by Alone.

Jesus, take my thoughts Captive
Obedient to Love.
I’ve a long way to Heal,
A new, deep need for Grow.



I rock. I also paper and scissors.

Come on. Let it out. You know you want to.

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