I’ve had enough dark nights of the soul outnumbering light days.
I’ve had enough of the contradictions, the confusion, the chaos and the pain.

I’ve had enough of exhaustion from acting the scenarios of life.
Denials of reality, blatant and obscene.

I’ve had enough of fragility, exploited, corrupted, tormented, and turned.
I’ve had enough of time not being the healer.

I’ve had enough again. And again.

Of not knowing my mind as it slides and it jerks from one act to another.
Craving the solitude, that double edge sword, that retrieves and restores,
Or traps you alone in your room sliding and jerking from one hell to another.

I’ve had enough. Again.