Muddled Thinking…

So he is told he does possess,

Just this once he will agree and profess,

He did not look at it that way, the past he does suppress,

Over his personal distress he does everyday obsess,

A life led in a self-made prison he does herein to attest…

Spoken of is castration,

Eventually led will he be to his damnation,

Wish does he that he could have avoided temptation,

Raped regularly as a child, never learned from that education…

Does he now think with a muddled brain?

Through therapy and psychoses found, his life down the drain,

He does exist but under the surface he cries out in pain,

Each day he does live is another where he does of himself disdain…

Suicide he tried and did fail,

Rope burns on his neck do of his attempts tell the tale,

A coward he is to even take his own life tied to a rail,

His complaints and stresses even to him are becoming stale…

          © ed ~ 7/3/05