Carl Fraser Poet Free verse

Caught Up

Somedays its hard to find the light
The choice thats right
Either black or white
The never ending compromise
can become a prison
Bringing an unforseen demise
As you bathe in all the beautiful lies
And the soul within you cries and cries
The tornado twisting in your brain
Mixes your thoughts with all your pain
And you feel your lifeforce drain
And drain
And tomorrow the cycle begins again
You waken to a dawn
to a light not real
Even though it shines in your bed 
No warmth you  feel, and with the day 
theres no new deal, 
Just the daily grind
Another tasteless meal,
Yes somedays its hard to find the light
Where one true hope is burning bright
Where a loving God
Rescues you from your plight.
And he hears you from a distant star
in the heavenly night
As you wish you may you wish you might
Just be the twinkle in his eye 
That catches his sight
The last hope you have as you say goodnight.

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Pace Ink-U-Script June 7, 2014 at 6:19 PM Loving your thoughts displayed in this write...I can definitely relate...excellent piece! !

Skat A April 30, 2014 at 11:04 PM I know how it feels Carl, this is very deep. SKAT

Mark Peterson April 30, 2014 at 5:48 PM I marvel at the thought that it's just a little hormone at work in my brain—the world itself is often just the same. So I wonder, do I adjust the world or adjust my brain's reaction to it? Much of the time I can't do either. This poem is certainly heartrending, but it's cathartic to write, and it's why so many of us are here. Blessings.