Retrospective Realisation

Too long my haze held diagnosis like
 some trophy, prize, won in imagined fight.
 The scars are real, inflictions haunt my night,
but self, not others, wielded piercing spike.
Construing madness as some well placed strike
 I failed to stem my spreading, seeping blight.
 My troubled head inverted wrong and right,
then finally found peace with self dislike.
  There’s many suffer in so many ways,
    these obstacles are there to overcome.
     If possible one mitigates the hurt
  and each attempt advances and repays,
   both those who vocalise, and too the dumb.
    Would join your call - if I’d worth as convert.
Written by Sonneteer (L Robinson)
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1 reading list entries 0
comments 0 reads 108
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
Today 11:05am by Abracadabra
Today 11:02am by Abracadabra
Today 10:53am by Abracadabra
Today 8:50am by Michael_Goodridge
Today 8:20am by Michael_Goodridge
Today 7:14am by dimpy