End The Madness Poem by Kenneth Montfort

Over, over, again, and again.
It's like looking through a massive hour glass but the sand never ends.
Danm its the same game, don't you relize your not going to win.

The writing is on the wall that everyone can plainly see.
The life you choose is a painful complicated mystery.
Some people say it's a disease
We both know (mom) its a choice, instead of love you prefer misery.

Words fly out my mouth way to fast.
It isn't the first and won't be the last.
I lose control, curse, kick, scream, and smash.
As if I'm watching you in slow motion of a horrible deafening car crash.

Protection, encouragement, support, and love is all I want to provide.
Visits and phone calls you seem to want to duck and hide.
Then comes the reasons and excuses but I can't tell the truth from the lies.

Beautiful little souls right before you and me.
That's all the motivation you should need.
Remove the blindfold and you too will see.

You come from a long line of a strong breed.
Make a move, let it go, God wil take the lead.

This excruciating and agonizing pain is becoming a familiar freind.
Last thoughts, My heart is weary, my body is exhausted, my eyes are heavy, I pray for this MADNESS to end.