Bath water …
Maybe too hot to feel
I'm feeling alone and cold inside. Little time to relax to reflect on some thoughts and several things in my life. My eyes rolled to the back of my head like…, I just can’t believe this.
Several attempts to cry but....
It's not pride. I've tried not to hide but found that I can survive time. I'm too wet to write. Not fighting the flow
The need for expressing my feelings are needed I’ve pleaded with myself looking into a mirror Reciting lines after lines looking and listening to what could be my own poetic Passion.
My voice, my thoughts raw; Cuts deep for the personal gain for something I’m in search for.
Stitches soak in wet as my hand drips excess water and blood, like my mind with words I’m thinking the pain can’t get any worst.
Crossing out thoughts like the tattoo on my arm baring witness to my personal pain. Forever tattooed cross for my personal reminder like my stitches will be the reminder of another time. The past can’t last forever. Timeless thoughts. I’m Scared.
The pain, mine I'm the blame.
I'm not ashamed.
It's the man I have to tame inside
Several mistakes cover my body, leaving scars for stories to be told or for the unknown record of my life. Like testifying to living proof. My mistakes I can’t tell.
I'm still learning.
Feelings desire’s that I won't let control or bury me in misery.
I refuse to look away
Or walk away from my pain because each stitch tells 13 stories like the souls of men and women they are different and defines their personal pain.
My scares are my personal and emotional team working together influencing a chemical balance or at times unbalance thoughts dancing to a hardcore jazz sound. A mixture, variety of thoughts.
Bath water cold
My thoughts are now different, time taught me this lesson it can't stopped or locked away like the dreams of my mind.
No stop watch or maybe I’m just lost in time.