Letter To Mercy Poem by Rowland Howells Ibifiri Orumbie

I have to write before I lose
My last hold on sanity
I'm sorry for the effect of how I was raised
Seeing how it not only affect me.
I tend to run and hide behind the walls of my mind
At the first sight of despair
Over thinking blurs my visions
I trip over failures that ain't reallying there
You don't see the movements I make
So my intention doesn't seem clear
I could blame it on all these fears
Creeping Shadows of failures
Life's biggest scare!
But I've been this way
So blame it on the side effects
Of how I was raised
I know you don't like the way I live
I promise I am taking steps to better the ways I live.

ReeZy