Thoughts Inside My Head
Tonight I’m looking at the ones around
Trying to land my feet on solid ground
Sometimes I don’t even know
If I know what that means
Sometimes I don’t even know
Who I’m meant to be
There’s so many people
On this earth
There’s so much hurt
From our birth
Is love a thing to grasp
Will victory ever last
Cause things seem so dark from here
Pain is all that’s near
I pray for this empty space
To be erased
But no matter how much I scream
I’m stuck in this evil dream
I know in my heart what is true
Yet it’s far from what I do
I hear the stories
Of the Savior’s glories
But it all seems so distant
I’m lost in the faded imprint
My soul longs to follow the path
But somewhere I’ve lost track
This pain and heartbreak
Is too much to take
Nothing ever goes as planned
Every day I question who I am
My imperfections shine so bright
Making me lose every fight
Hiding the path laid out for me
Masking the truth of what is to be
The battle between grace and perfection
Leaves me in question
The angel and devil on my shoulder
Is such a heavy boulder
Lost in the fight of life
Trapped within this strife
People say what they think of me
Who I ought to be
My mother thinks I am strong
And I need to be pushed along
While others don’t even see
The leader I want to be
No ordinary part of life
Has appealed to me
College and careers
Keeping up with the peers
So much petty beauty
And false duty
Forget what others see
I just want to be me
I feel music in my veins
Without it I’d be insane
Love and romance is what I long for
A wife to love forever more
I crave to be the kind of man
Strong enough to take a stand
Future children will want to be like me
Cause Christ is what they see in me
I pray to God that I am saved
Following the road Christ paved
But I feel my failures all unfold
Like the devil has always told
Why is temptation so prevalent
And truth is never relevant
This country is going down the hole
Like a man with a dying soul
Does anything even matter anymore
Are we just doomed from the core
I refuse to believe
I’ve been deceived
These long nights in my bed
I know religion is dead
But Christ has risen from the grave
For souls like mine to save
I just need to rise above
Know I am heaven’s dove
People tell me I have it made
I’ve been spoiled all my days
While they don’t see my fight inside
Every night I’ve cried
Yet I know people have it so much worse
There are reasons people curse
People starve and cry
And are left to die
But I know I have my own struggle inside
To deny that would be a lie
Faith is hard no matter where you are
Yet I know it’s something worth fighting for
Copyright © Zach Mitchell | Year Posted 2014
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