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As I walk through the valley of pain and regret, I see the rocks crumbling around me.
Surrounded by my past. Old emotions and memories I shouldn't be thinking of. Sometimes I wonder why? I continue to walk hoping that the rocks will stop falling so I can continue to my path with ease. Things haven't been good in my life. It does have its moments. My life is like a cloudy day. You don't know if it's gonna rain and storm. My life has been full of pain and regret and little light. As I try to continue on with my dull life I ask you who is reading this. Should I continue? Should I go on and move forward and hope for the best? I am confused and in my emotions and old memories that I shouldn't be thinking of and don't know what to do. I ask you.....the reader. Should I?
You thought there could
be no worse than leaving

(but for an endless suffering
of mine standing there watching)
The farther you stand from a fire
the less likely you are to be burnt
but the closer you get
the greater the chance of feeling its warmth

I have so many blisters and scars
still warm to the touch

How can I justify
moving towards the flame again?
In the room of relief
where
dreams are caught
and
nested on the rim of
the seat
before flushing them
with the rest
of your appetite
Copyright James W 2016
Okay, not sure if it's been done before but let's be honest. It's time for poetry to envelop other topics.
Im a prisoner
Behind my own eyes

My windows
Are round in shape and small in size

My hands are just
Machines I control with my mind

Do I belong in this body?
Because I dont feel here all the time

I can see everything
Should we not be kind?

I can see everything
I wish we had more time

I can see everything
Love each other or die

I can see everything
And I got society on my mind

I am a prisoner
Behind my own eyes
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