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Aug 2014
I tried to **** my pain
And only brought more
I start dying and Im falling
Lonesome regrets...and dismay

Im crying, trying
Feeling lonely
Breathing, being
Pure emptyness
In the clouded haze
Will I live another day?
Can I survive the day?

Conflicted by my hearts desire
Fueled by my hollow mind's fire
Will I survive the day?
Can't stand the voices in my head

I'm trying, crying
Feeling so lonely
Breathing, being
So empty
In my clouded haze
Will I live another day?
Can I survive the day?

Where can I find my power?
There is where I will stand free
From these chains of solitude
And this crucifix of agony
By letting you take control
And pave the road to truly be free
We will conquer this insanity
And you will lead me to serenity

I'm crying, trying
For lifted spirirts
Breathing, being
No longer empty
Will you make this haze fade?
Clear these clouds from my day?
Will you let me live today?
This poem was inspired by the break between my spiritual side and my physical. I am currently in rehab and recently relapsed about a month ago. In that time I sat down and put words together to figure out where things went wrong.Β Β The answers to my questions were in this poem before i finalized it. Here is the finished work
Robert Morales
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Robert Morales  Peoria
(Peoria)   
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