Having hope and praying are sometimes the only
thoughts that keep me going when I read about
them in my poetry.
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Riding around, trying to lose myself in another dimension – I fail hopelessly.
With no where as a destination and with no one to talk to, I try desperately to hold on to nothing.Reality is at every turn, trying to make me face the black emptiness surrounding me, but I refuse.I stay awake – not wanting to fall asleep – afraid I might drown in nightmares that run…
Measuring time in nanoseconds, because it goes so quickly out of hand.
At times, leaving me breathless, unable to feel bad about anything.The ending of each day is filled with colorful sunsets as they grasp my eyes with their scents of beauty.
Differences scattering themselves within, not caring who is what or if something’s there.
Waking to a special reverie, wandering pathways lighted with fiery depths deep within souls.Fragrantly teasing scents tossed upon gentle midnight breezes, spelling out new horizons veiled by hidden conspiracies and put on display to be seen on future days.
Forming friendships through life’s misery, lasts to amount to some joy along the way.
An everlasting aisle of tribulation continuing until eternity gets in it’s way.
An inner child, being held a captive in a grown-up’s senior body.
Keeping her in a tightened personality of emotional content, afraid to let go.