Resistant Poem by William F Glennon

Your mind is not your own.
The veins carry the poison.

The rush is what you have chosen.
The euphoria lets you escape this plight.
The blackness surrounds you day and night.

The incentives are clear but unsolved.
What is in your head needs to be resolved.

I'm in a prison trapped by my past.
Knowing my life will not last.

The unresolved conflicts always present.
The world looks different through depression.

Feeling alone, exiled, different and disdained.
Being impaired is a life living in vain.

Your dark soul might be trapped in this cage.
Will all this be over, after you turn the page?