Ismic Rhythms

Twisted turning inside burning
discomfort in my self
Feeling hurt by disconcerting
words from someone else
Tossed and turning in my bed
obsessed compulsions in my head
Feels like falling all enthralling
discomfort in myself

Knowing when to shut my mouth
to keep from feeling doubt
The words I wrote that someone read
I wished to take back out
It's not the words that someone said
but low esteem of mine instead
And back I go inside my head
for yet another bout

Now this feeling has me sinking
curse the way I think
My ismic patterns raising
this compulsion for a drink
I know that I will fight this fight
through yet another restless night
as once again I do my sickly
waltz around the sink

Twisted thinking inner shrinking
not good for my health
Feeling hurt these disconcerting
words are from myself
It's thoughts and feelings just like this
that conjure up that inner wish
to hide the hurt that's flirting
with that bottle on the shelf

I have been warned to watch out for
these games my mind can play
So have no doubt I will remain
to fight another day
And as I spill a little ink
to tell you of the way I think
I'll push that bottle back
because I know it's not the way

Twisted turning inner churning
discomfort with myself
There's no way that bottle
will be coming off the shelf
As well that rock and needle stock
no crystal powder used to shock
that feeling I need to unlock
that comfort in myself.

Twist back that turning cool that burn
in comforting myself
Too much time I've spent inside
concerned with someone else
It's not their fault was no assault
With mine own thoughts best not consult
So ends this rhyme in double time
without the drug without the wine
In lessons learned defy their stealth
In wealth of health myself