Truth-Fully
You wanna know about tough times?
Well I’ve had mines
More times
Than most minds
I have found mine
And lost mine
No lunch lines
No gold mines
No life lines
And there’s no chance to shine
From the sidelines
No one around me understands
The struggles that I go through
I keep my problems below the surface
Hoping that they don’t show through
And there’s no telling what
The future holds too
I’m hoping for better days
But hope feels like a rope
That I can’t hold onto
I’m up late at night
Stressed out about my life
Trying to Walk it how I Talk it
Is a never ending fight
I pour out my heart upon a page
Unleashed from my bonds
But somehow still trapped in a cage
Looking for the wisest man among us
But even he is far from being a sage
This isn’t just a chapter in my life
Sometimes it’s more like a stage
Only the letters that form my words
Are truly any kin to me
My thoughts are the foundation
Of my world
But it doesn’t end or begin with me
In front of God
I had been born into this world
As a bastard
Life never slows down
It only seems to get faster
The sands of my time
Flow like water through my hands
I will not go gentle into that Good Night
And while I’m alive
I will choose the reason that I stand.
Until I get laid down
Into the bosom of death
I will fight with all my might
To hold on to what I have left
Copyright © James West | Year Posted 2018
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