Mind of a Poet #11

I close my eyes and I see nothing at all, but a figure standing in darkness
there is a friend of mine I miss dearly, I cherished her when she was here
even for a brief moment, I had everything I wanted in this world, in a matter of seconds
I began to write the letter of my soul that someone will never hear.
Sincere and concerned, you brought me more joy than I knew was possible
for only a few months, not even five total, I experienced better days than in all the years
that I have been alive, full clarity was shown to me, by a voice now that’s inaudible.
I must live now by faith alone, for I’ve always had to live with my fears,
becoming a reality and no longer just a part of the mind, demons and visions
haunted me during the day and the night, sleep was not a refuge but more of a risk
for while most people rested, I was conscious and sometimes fighting out of a prison
that I call my mind, only to wake up with even more fighting, no escape, never to desist
being cynical is alright in some cases, and harms no one in a lot of instances, but my faith
resides in God and what you embody, because love my darling, is always worth the wait. I close my eyes and I see nothing at all, but a figure standing in darkness
there is a friend of mine I miss dearly, I cherished her when she was here
even for a brief moment, I had everything I wanted in this world, in a matter of seconds
I began to write the letter of my soul that someone will never hear.
Sincere and concerned, you brought me more joy than I knew was possible
for only a few months, not even five total, I experienced better days than in all the years
that I have been alive, full clarity was shown to me, by a voice now that’s inaudible.
I must live now by faith alone, for I’ve always had to live with my fears,
becoming a reality and no longer just a part of the mind, demons and visions
haunted me during the day and the night, sleep was not a refuge but more of a risk
for while most people rested, I was conscious and sometimes fighting out of a prison
that I call my mind, only to wake up with even more fighting, no escape, never to desist
being cynical is alright in some cases, and harms no one in a lot of instances, but my faith
resides in God and what you embody, because love my darling, is always worth the wait.

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