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Keith Fleitz Poem
Heartbroken memories, hang over my head
Keeping inside, the feelings I dread
What makes me bitter, is that which I am
Who's to say I belong, in this ever wasting land
Cut up by realities, alone and afraid
I know in my heart, the souls I've betrayed
Too many to mention, though I probably should
Lift up the one's, who've not understood
Strength is the trait, the goal is release
Help me my friend, that I may find peace
To live with the guilt, these hasty bones dry
Relief from above, or surely I'll die
The absence of time, the weight on my mind
Excuses made known, yes I've fallen behind
I've tried hard to brake, yet the puzzle remains
Surrounded, outnumbered, each step is in vain
A face in the crowd, a solitary shell
What more could there be, it's sure hard to tell
So pointless to stay, the one left behind
My heart is now cool, my eye's are now blind
I wonder can they see, that I'm not who I am
Do I dare mention, what makes up this man
Their ears will not listen, these 'friends' I've acquired
My words are all wasted, my mouth is so tired
So I wait for the memories, still yet to be
Who will end this story, I pray it's not me...
Copyright © Keith Fleitz | Year Posted 2012
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