Insecurities Rage

Insecurities rage
When the night is dark
And promised hopes
Refuse to play out
I know these games
My mind plays
Sending it round and round
Chasing its own tail
Keeping weary eyes open
Dark recesses of my mind
Remind me
Of old ways
Insecurities had been dealt with
There are two bottles of whiskey
Waiting to be drunk
And some razors
Thirsting for blood
But I know
Perfectly good reasons
As to why events played out
Like they had
If only my insecurities
Could be curled up
In a loving embrace

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