By Thomas Caterer
How can I let go off anger and hate?
I know they are poison
Yet I still drink from the well
How can I stop?
Stop this unrelenting stream
of images; memories and imagined possible hurts
of imagined possible future scenarios
The heat rises, and the blood boils
I’m ruining myself
Do these visions come unbidden?
Do I not have power to turn away?
Is it true I could wake up anytime I want
Yet why don’t I?
Why would I not want to wake up from this?
I can scrunch up my eyes tight
Stare into the back of my eyelids
Hold my breath in silence
When I open them I’m still here
In this well
Do I not want to be free of it?
I’m sure I do
Notepad Stories 