Dyslexic Suicide

Tears coming down
Many of them supplied by the sky
Not dreadful in any way
But hopeful in a glimpse of quixotic adaptations
In the essence of these buoyant eyes

Oh, These thoughts
How they fell , How they hid away
Cowering in the realm of loneliness
Where nothing becomes everyday occurrences

Tried being the warmness
That covets the cold
But how could that be possible
When my mind was mourning in the grave?

Not many understand
Where I come from
The origins that makes me bleed
The life I live to breathe

Reborn out of seclusion
Acclimated for redemption
Casting out these dooming sensations
that sweltered inside

The veil from this hidden soul
Slowly comes off
Urging myself to scream
Scream out these sky high spirits to the world
So I can etch some kind of legacy
Personal, Non Fictional, Fictional, Anything!

Oh, I love more than anyone could ever know
If only these walls around me would just go away
Doing my best to punch holes in their illogical woes
Destroying the confusion
In this paradox from where I dwell

Please, Get to know me
Before coming to any conclusions
Walking amongst the sound
Of the ethereal shore
Wondering what dreams will come next

Local news
A once confused 36 year old man
Shoots himself in the head with dreams and aspirations
Kills negative thoughts
And lives with the epiphany
Of fighting for a life worth living

I died to live again


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/30/11