A Consciousness of Self-Confidence
Death silently creeps in
as the rule of no exception
he takes up a collection
of lost souls with no more time
the one priceless possession
Void of whats right
is the existance
I've come to know
everything surrounding
turns to shame hidden in sorrow
yet I still live for tomarrow
to realize these mending dreams
take a look inside me
not a man who's self decieved
My diary is none of me
that I paint easily unveiling
made up of painful poetic verses
that show I let go of hateful feelings
for I am steadily rising
no longer seems like a chore
every day I wake up
leaves me wanting less much more
The only thing that ever stopped me
was the nightmare I came to be
even through the worst circumstances
they left me with a certain understanding
Death now watches over me
I'm careful to nod my head
for without his protection
many times now I would lay lifeless
without a voice that guides me
no master do I call Lord
every ounce of belief in me
other faith is too much to afford
as my dreams become reality
you can only watch in wonder
while I perform my miracles
not atop the mountain, but under.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2012
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