Terrified & frustrated, my head hung in shame,
I hear the voices, they whisper my name,
Go ahead they say; we won't tell a soul,
make the pain go away, To hell with your goal.
More & more , I feel to explode,
'cause my comfort lies on my hell bent road,
to chaos & destruction, wearing my body down,
no chance for reconstruction, just pain all around,
binding my heart. but soothing my mind
hope for a day, when relief I will find
but that day won't come, I fear to confide
and along with my patience, my hope has died.
The soothing will come from somewhere of course,
and for me it will be, my usual source.

Laura Yvette Dunagan