{Brain Rider}

It is okay to have your bad days.

 

 

The "mentally ill" reside

on an eerie gathering hill.

The blackest swirls of cloud

stories erupting are

strength's Achille's heel.

The apple of an eye

chronicles a cranky meal.

Brain rider,

depression is toying,

evident excess,

the killer head

game is destroying.

All together, we agonize,

warrior weapons of

scattered skies.

No one's alone but

to the idea we adjust,

we fight as one in trust

learning ourselves and this

deadly sickness overfussed.

Stealing our awakening-

the darkness growls,

like the lone wolves outside

with their moon staring howls.

 

 

 

Author's Note

Perhaps a few spelling errors, idk, just overlook to focus on message.

Reviews

[ISEEYOU]

Ew brains! Just kidding, overall, a fantastic view of beauty as always. ;P I love my Court.

I like how dark your poems are, but in a beautiful sense. There's a lot of specific emotions you portray and I find that to be pretty great.

[A.E. Surdam]

I loved it, every sentence was my favorite. But my most, most favorite was "The blackest swirls of cloud stories erupting are strength's Achille's heel." Though I loved every words these are my extra favorite!

[Alice In My Own Wonderl..]

This is good. I enjoyed reading it :) Great write.