Into the Ire of Confusion's Dictatorship

Warring emotions
Embattling the heat
Sweltering, sweating
Feelings surcease
Inclined delirium
Poignant stares
In the mirror of shattered dreams

Alienated, Betrayed
Upon the fields
Of a harvested rage
Flowers drenched in promises
Burning betrayal in the deceit
Of a collective royalty

In the middle
Nervous within
Emptiness calling
Numbing the pain
To a warping screech
Of thoughts wanting out
With the haste of an enduring frustration

Who am I?
Stuck, cannot escape
Rogue weary
On a road paved to nowhere
Stealing the air I thrive to breathe

Confusion, Regression
For the cursing of deception
Trying to fight care
To a lesser evil within

A compilation
Within this heart, mind and soul
Trying to coexist with these emotions
As my nomadic nature
Searches for a brand new home

Yet….

When I try to fill in this canyon heart
Someone always sneaks in front of me
Says the right words in the wrong frame of mind
Leaving it bare and uninhabited
For those who have flown right on by

Who am I to blame?
Perhaps me myself and I
Never know me for my pain alone
But the stars that glare into these tiny blue eyes

Hope? It’s something I must embrace
For the grace of my own happiness within

I reach out
For the arms of salvation
Created poetically in my own personal Heaven

Who would ever join me?
We shall see, we shall see
Who will be at one with me?
Will it ever be known?



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
7/17/11