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Jan 2016
I can't see the truth
I'm blinded by a vision of my own selfishness
Staring back at the mirror
My eyes flicker with rage
I want to scream
But no words can come out
I want to smash this reflection
Only if I can turn back now
I wish I would of changed then
But now it's a long road ahead
And obstacles are in my way
Like life itself
I don't seem to do it over well
And these tears are a distaste
Falling to my lips
I try to find the answer
But I haven't asked a ******* question
What am I searching for
To be loved sounds good
But even that sometimes turn me off
I just want to fly
Turn into an eagle and soar away
Maybe I would see the light
Or maybe the darkness will smother me
Choking the very life out of me
I strain for approval
Just maybe that's my ******* mistake
james arthur powell
Written by
james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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   --- and Little Bear
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