Mental Health Poetry

Last Sunday – Losing Control

Life can be Sometimes boring to me Those moments are scary When the devil’s before me Read More

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The following is a guest submission written by Nick Stone

Life can be
Sometimes boring to me
Those moments are scary
When the devil’s before me

Sunday began so innocently
Now suddenly
I owe an apology
To oh so many

And now sadly
The gesture seems unlikely
Minds just wanderin’
In comes Satan

He says how bout some Gin?
Maybe some Jameson?
I said it’s before 10!
He said it ain’t a sin

So I think again
I ain’t drivin’ anywhere
I crack a lil grin
My eyeballs flare

Soon I’m fallin’ out my chair
Satan catches me
He says there there
You could use some new things

I can’t afford to go shopping
He said it’s pronounced shoplifting
As I’m spinning on his string
His grip tightening

I grab my car keys
And kiss his black ring
Windows down, feel the breeze
My master I seek to please

Kinda like Socrates
Sure of nothing
Slither in my lane like a snake
Mind oddly at ease

Excited for my take
I arrive and I brake
I enter the store
Ready to partake

Never again I once swore
Now I’m here once more
Stumbling across the floor
Searching for a score

Suddenly it’s in my hand
Satan lets out a roar
Now in my waistband
Just as I hadn’t planned

I head for dry land
And make my grand escape
Now Satan’s new demand
Idea of drugs takes shape

I speed down the landscape
I wiggle and I scrape
Liquor keeping me calm
My car, the guardrail does reshape

Then a sound like a bomb
I flip, the sun hits my palms
I see myself as a child
Why ain’t I read more Psalms?

Satan just smiled
At my sins unreconciled
Finally I fell
My car smoking in a pile

I don’t even yell
As Satan walks me to hell