(2014)
Written almost a year after the poem before it.
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
When is something truly hopeless? Is it when you cannot go on? When life throws impossible obstac… Is it that moment when you give up… Tired of the injustice and apathy?
Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,
I let you go Why? After countless hours, After loving words, and secrets,
So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,
A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.
Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.
First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.
Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,
You Were the sunlight. You brought me
Some say Hell is fire and brimstone. Some say Ice and darkness. Endless suffering, Eternal damnation.
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much
Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed
