Face Yourself

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

Author's Notes/Comments: 

trying something new, repeating constinants instead of the normal rhyme scheme.

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