New Theory Poetry Series
Morbid Memories
I am drowning
I am laughing and I am clowning.
I am surrounding
Myself in findings amounting
In anxiety tenfold
And it is astounding.
My inner child
Trying to keep from dying.
It is blinding
To see the madness multiplying.
In what has been binding
My body and mind from flying.
Motivation comes and goes
Reload my pen
Aimed the gun at my foes.
Ammunition is summed in my woes.
My blood is cold
I’ve gone numb in my toes.
I’m holding my hopes
To see my savior in golden lined robes.
I’m encoding rhyme in the notes
Opening what’ll hide in the folds
Chosen and designed to close
The mind opened and primed to host
Peace , Love and Positivity .
-Ballads by Valid
