I fold my shaking hands and hang my weary head
Praying one day I will be able to leave my past behind
God help me understand how to face these trials
And in the end be able to keep my peace of mind
There have been those who have mistreated me
Taunting control and power, breaking me at their will
Sometimes when I think about these horrific events
It makes me want to grab the OxyContin and swallow every last pill.
I fold my shaking hands and hang my weary head
Praying one day I will be able to leave my past behind
Until that day I will forge ahead with this never ending fight
Battling demons, struggling to have them confined
C.R. Ebowski
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/battling-demons/
