I looked through the oblivion,
And the rage I found still follows me.
It encapsulates my rotten core,
It drowns me when I fall asleep.
But I can never keep my secrets,
Even with the blades nearby.
Right at the corners of my mind
Muck monsters sing me lullabies.
My vessels punch a hole in me
Right when the darkness reappears.
The oblivion looks back at me,
Inflating all my sharpest fears.
-JW
Being safe in your own mind for the first time is an unsung feeling.
No buzz, no synthetic static,
No yellow brick road and no ceiling.
The rays hug my shoulders with their golden promise and peace.
And the silver bullets I carry soften
As I fall to my knees.
My scalp shrivels once the pressure shoots out of my crooked spine.
The anger detonates within,
My pride gains an appetite.
The unforgiving lust for darkness gets lost under the summer sun,
And the search for the end stops
As I lower my guns.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 