A beautiful yet chaotic mind.
Some years you crawl and you swear you’ll never walk again.
Then suddenly you’re standing and swear, never, will I crawl again.
A kind heart has held darkness, a brilliant mind has felt madness,
Leaving a beautiful soul in a state of emotional purgatory.
Stroking my aggression, in hopes that I can roll my eyes
and forget that it happened again .
How did we arrive here, was it for want of the rush ?
Scraped knees and all, I whispered let’s crawl ..