Another Season.....

In my land of make-believe so dry and so, so hollow.....

All my mind can do is sit here and wallow....

A endless loop of life's afflictions.....

Threatening thoughts of past addictions....

Locked away beneath the skull....

Is my mind torn away from body an soul......

I wish I could escape this place here in my head...

But the only way I know.... will leave me surely dead...

So I’ll hold on to another season more...

Before my final curtain hits the floor.....

I will try to keep my thoughts at bay....

Awaiting..... a further more path of joy one day....

For as long as I have breath there is still hope...

An when ever I am weak I shall read this note....

To hold on another season....