CAMELOT FANTASIES

A six-way battle
Though the sky outside is clear
A storm is raging over here.
There's a five-way battle being fought.
Between conscience, memory, knowledge, fear logical & emotional thought.
There are arrows of harsh words and  spears of fears and bad memories being flung.
While conscience fires the cannon-ball of guilt, I just feel as if I was being hung.
I'm sick of this painful feud.
Making me feel as if my head was being thumb-screwed
In the torture-chamber of my brain
Where these thoughts & feelings remain.
From my eyes rain floods of blue tears
That carry on dropping for a thousand years.
& I can see the black dog of depression come.
To bite me on the bum.
& cover my eyes with a jet black blanket so I can't see clearly
& it destroys the interests I thought of dearly.

Great one Lady Anne, I feel this too! Thank you so much for this insightful poem 🤍