THE WILL OF ILL (Part 1)

Overcome by ills’ will once again
filling my soul, given goals with no end.
Feigning fate, I play in pretend
but the proof to find truth drives me nuts
round the bend.

All the heartache I keep on achieving
allowing wills’ wallow to follow my being.
The constant agreeing
the bitches backstabbing
Old traits hate,
how the hell is this happening?

Forgive me for living, as I question ills’ will
Wonder in silence, all alone up until
My answer is granted
as I raved and ranted
Badgered and bantered.

All that I ever wanted was to feel at peace
Alas hell created a baneful beast.
And the will of ill has chosen me for its feast.
Let me rest, to say the least.

Bid my body, against ills’ will
before the chaos comes in for the kill.

Still in thought I found a sound
that grounded me,
my body bound
to find the mind in ill wills’ mess
and there I swear, I did confess
that ill will always serves me best.
I guess somehow I must be blessed.

Carey Milton © 2016