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 ..