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Troubled Soul
Stuck in the past tense , another introspection
And still I'm looking for some sense of direction
I feel like a total odd-bod, I don't know who I am
Stuck in the land of nod, I'm forever in this jam
It's like deep within is a giant hole, that can't be filled
And trying not to lose control, welcome to my world
And what's left inside, just feels like this bottomless pit
I've lost sense of pride, I can't help but feel like utter shit
And one asks why I'm always down and don't say a word
Thoughts do overwhelm, has the thought never occurred?
If there's light at the end of the tunnel well, it's no-longer lit
This probably dose sound cynical but feel like a total misfit
And being on this level, I mean could it really get any worse
I always ask myself is this just called the devil and his curse
Yeah sounds obsured but it dose feel kind of like hell on earth
It feels like I just can't be heard, now that I've lost all self worth
When inside now feels like it's Armageddon, I'm in a right state
Looking for heaven, I ask is there really such a thing as fate?
And now he's in this space and on his todd, this solitary man
Looking for saving grace, he'd pray to god, anything for a plan
Dealing with all this heartache and pain, looking for inner peace
I'm forever racking my brain, if my thoughts could for once cease
If people only knew how I really feel, it's the same old rigmarole
Always feeling blue, If I could find a way to heal my troubled soul
Written (2002) in memorrie of my poor aching heart
Inspierd by group conversations ( 2001)
A more deeply rooted poem-TROUBLED SOUL
But also an exstension to other poems a state of confusion
A state of mind and a state of absance
And no deeper meaning just another part of myself Im expressing
Kind of like different interpretasions of myself
this is a rewrite just changed words around
I felt in better context explaining how o feel now also
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