Ques?ion

Two forces pull at me at all times
My heart.
My mind.
I,

understand that,
time,
time,
again I see this demon.

Oh, what a Problem
recurring, summerly,
Solve them I feel,
but I am utterly lost.

The light is airy,
free young,
fragrant youth.
But we are always old.

Locked in chains,
I gain perspective on that which I've elected
as My own.

Appointed to my mind
my heart senses danger.
Do Not Enter.
So I learn the edges,

I learn the mind
through mine own.
heart hurts, eyes cry
alone.

love is love is love
but love in love is special.

I have reached my threshold of pain,
such a pain fills my head,
my brain, with thoughts
I must surpress to prove again to myself
that I am in control.

Because my brain lives in duality
I am black and white,
two simple personalities,
one volitile, one mild,

I switch. I have no control.

But she reminds me how to see,
showers me with the love lacking alone,
basement tears, gin and beer.
Hope is where my heart is.
Home is where my fears live.