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Jul 2015
My mind has been misplaced, sent off in space without the concept of time. I'll find a piece of mind and rewind my memories. You and me? Was there ever such a thing? What seems like a lifetime ago where one of us would know what the other was....thinking. Here's that time again, where friends cant stay friends and I make my routine amends for being a human being who hasn't yet seen the light of his righteous path. Let me indulge in what I believe to be my better half. death a release its the sinners i now see come to see me home. All alone on my deathbed, realized man held god for higher standards. The one way street known as the afterlife. the strife passed to me at that moment. Here I am stuck in a fabrication of my own guilty thoughts where man and moral hold no weight. I have arrived at heavens pearly white gates created from my own hate. Misinformed, the usual. Believed so many lies i'm considered institutional, I'm a mess, more so scattered, yet i'm flattered that your heart pitter-patters to the thought of us. My trust..issues have issued marshal law. it's not that I don't like you, it's that we stand no chance at all. It's better to have loved and lost they say...but I would rather not love at all.
James Stich
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James Stich  San Diego
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