One Day
Its been a long fight, as we near the end
Years have passed, and I crack
My heart begins to leak
It no longer pumps at its peak
In a way its grown weak
I stand yet I must fall to speak
Unanswered questions begin to torment my soul
The unknown in affiliation with love is a deadly dose
As one may jump to conclusions in a way blindfolded
Where lays the key?
But it sits upon your hand
And yet you remain silent
O' what am I to see
Will I break to never sing again
will I flee forever out of this scene in which I play the poorest part
I try fiercly yet if I am to fail it will be heart crushing
The remainder of it that is for pieces have gone missing in time
Lost I am
Direction I see none
Tired of this maze I grow
I begin to see the weakness in me
The point that draws between my vey ethics
And I cry, for tomorrow may have light, yet not the bright that I dream of
I wish I knew
I cripple to my feet
I limp to my path
I truly can feel its doubt
Waiting for a chance in which I will step out
What am I to do
I ask yet nothing comes in answer
I loose, game over
I fall to what?
I linger round to see the unwelcoming light
Alas I give in
I surrender
I am no poet
But an instrument of literature
Spin me that I may write
Wrap me in the canvas
As I dry
Surely I die
Good life
To all
Amen.
-my struggle with my dad ....where ever he may be.
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