Crying for numbness
Tears stabbing these eyes
Painfully cohesive
Paradise denied
A Mass lingering silhouette
Shadowing these eyes
Possessed by poltergeist envisions
Forcing this state of mind
To wonder into oblivion
Barren hope, Dead dreams
Graveyard lit by hindsight
Unrested pandemic ponders
Regressing soul
Blackened in grief
Oh, these panoramic eyes
Feeling lost, making strides
Are things really what they seem?
Convalescing in this mind’s resurfacing?
Yes, my misery may be frozen in fear
And Death chases on and on
Yet, this existence it shall never find
As this soul belongs to me
It’s all mine
I shall deal with this pain
Wear it strong and proud
Reminding me of what the future may bring
In the essence of a sky high fulfilling dream
Here stands a poet, A Man
Perhaps lonely in stride
Admitting to the problem
Of not accepting his own life
Suicide, Go away, you are not wanted
Everything shall be alright
Or am I just lying to myself?
Who knows what the end shall bring to me
If nothing or anything at all
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
9/24/10
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