Thoughts

As my head nodded into space
My eyes glazed over and as I let sleep take over
My mind began to wander
To bring up thoughts to make me suffer
For the evil committed while conscious
For the bad choices made without consulting my conscience
The precious gift bestowed upon me
Still intact as the last remnant of my dignity
But the things I went through no one should
Shaped me to enjoy the evils no one would
I want to wake up now but I cant
The images so vivid, so real I pant
Trust no man, I learnt the hard way
The potters hand can also destroy a pot of clay
Why Is everything so murky and dark for pit sake?
Why is my mind so full of pain, turmoil and hate?
I have no response
Yet I know the events of the past
Turned my mind into a wreck with only bits and pieces of light
That's why