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I need a holiday.

I need a holiday of sorts,
See, recently I've been stuck in court,
Persecuted by my own thoughts,
Where I must justify my existence?
With evidence of my resistance?
You see I've been put on trial- 
By demons so vile,
And I need a break... Just for a little while,

Listen I need a mental holiday,
A conversation to take me away,
A defence to keep the demons at bay,
But as the accused,
Can I please be excused?
Or, do I pick up my pen?
Write a witness statement, again?
In hope it will bring an end.

Honestly, I want a retrial,
For my demons that ironically smile,
As the evidence against them compiles,
But I'm the judge, jury and accused,
With these self hating demons infused.
So I open the debate to the floor.
Take a leisurely stroll, out my imaginative door,
Because, on oath, I can't take it anymore.

So session adjourned!
And for those concerned,
I've booked us tickets on a plane, 
A one way trip from mental strain
To a comforting terrain,
In a hope my demons remain-
In this drizzly dark domain
Accused of trespassing in my brain.

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Comments

Charlie markham

Fri 27th Mar 2015 19:48

Ahaha, it's both endearing and uncomforting to know that someone can relate! But of course I've got spare tickets, only condition is you've got to talk all flight.

Lan

Fri 27th Mar 2015 12:28

Hey Sharlie, wow, I can relate to this one at the min, got a spare ticket for that plane? :)

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