For Some Familiar Grounds

Obstinacy Never speak in the affirmative

I speak for personal experience

Depression is always puzzling

And Sunshine always has short termed memory

Obsession suffered from desolation

Taunting that left you feeling daunting

Was conjured without explanation I can give

Understanding scares But

Healing is overwhelming accurate

Scrambling over the miled long brick wall

Only to find I wish to climb back

To more familiar grounds

Where Conversation couldn't make me stutter words

Where I lust for the wrenched Swain