Flying Freely
Wednesday Evening
7:10 p.m.
September 16, 2015
Kansas City, Mo
Stephen Becker pen Brian Stoaks
"Flying Freely"
Depression is a deadly disease for even those that are treated
It only takes one night alone for the world around depression to fall apart
If you think that depression is a sign of weakness
Please come into my mind and live for a day
Suicide is often a thought of those who have never truly felt happy
While writing I cry for the secretes inside my mind are enough to die for
So you think the world is peachy and I believe its rocks of lava
Will you remember those who slowly die around you and pretend you didn't know
Love songs bring back memories of days gone by and loves never forgotten
Some songs remind me of those I miss that can only be seen in dreams
Like in the arms of an angel my mom has long since gone
But yet here I cry these tears of pain while her pain no longer exists
So don't ask me if I'm ok for I'm never ok even while smiling
Most comics make others laugh to soothe their pain deeply hidden from you
They beg to laugh with you but inside they're slowly dying
Tonight I am not trying to cry but trying to find a reason to smile
As I live for tomorrow my brain haunts me with visions of the past
Not believing that your sun will always shine on me but burn me like hells fire
No wrecking balls can tear down these walls to free my spirit to fly
I can only shed tears of disasters that have caused this brain to fight for death
So with twelve days from forty four I struggle to find a reason to breathe
I have made videos to be noticed and written poems and stories to be heard
I have helped the stranger find their way home or the sad to find peace within their heart
Still here I sit alone in my mind wishing all this empty space would finally close around me
I ask your forgiveness ahead of time whomever knows me for me
Although my heart may no longer beat for your ears to hear it
Know where ever I may land, heaven or hell, I'm always watching you
I ask that you smile knowing that star above your head is just me flying freely from the pain of being alive
Copyright © Brian Stoaks | Year Posted 2015
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