the turbulent tide tugs on tormented thoughts
an animalistic, antagonistic, yet apathetic awareness allows
the twisted torture to continue consuming a consciousness
this time the tormentor and tormented are twined
it's time to turn the table and walk wearily with wisdom
from the fickle fortune and face your fears, face the facts, face the future
don't dwell on the demons, demand your due, distance
is required to repair the wreckage of worry, wrath, and regret
no longer lingering on rhyming to write this remorse
not planning the pouring of putrid pestilence to purge the pain
or purchasing poison to play the part
not submitting to the sly smiles sliced on skin to sooth this soul
a new method to make motions in this madness
trying to turn the tide, to think, not act on anger or agony again
this way with words has worked wonders to wear down the worrisome habits