“Like the circles that you find, in the windmills of your mind”…

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She took the pills…
To help her sleep…

Changing her dreams…
From nightmares to sweet…

To silence the voices…
Inside her head…

Constantly reminding…
She’s better off dead…

And to halt the visions…
Behind her eyes…

The monsters and devils…
And demons who fly…

Twisting and tormenting…
Around her fragile mind…

Always so bitter…
And so very unkind…

Until she got to the point…
There was no return…

Just too much pain…
Too many bridges burnt…

That left her standing…
In this world, all alone…

Nobody to help her…
No Samaritan to phone…

There was no white knight…
To halt her distress…

Living in solitude…
A life of inner stress…

That left her fighting…
To get through each day…

Then facing her tormentors…
As they came out to play…

But then she decided…
Enough was enough…

She could no longer face it…
Decided to give up…

So she took the pills…
To silence the screams…

And in her eternal sleep…
There will be no more dreams…

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11 responses to ““Like the circles that you find, in the windmills of your mind”…

    • The two last posts were about depression leading to suicide – was originally one long poem – I split it into two and alternated him and her – just felt better – never really think about a dark theme and shy away from it – there are very few subjects I wouldn’t write about – Russian is coincidence – I don’t create the youtube clips – just post them – Cheers J

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