Category : Poems

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The spark is gone, the magic has died.  Lonesome feelings deep inside.

Days go by and years do pass, a somber feeling that lasts and lasts.

Where do I go?  What do I do?  Am I running away or pushing through?

A myriad of emotions courses through my veins.  Happy to sad, joy to disdain. 

I either feel nothing or everything at once.  I start to shut down, it's my only response. 

Maybe I'm broken or maybe it's myth.  Perhaps I need my perspective to shift.

Things to let go, things to hold dear.  It all gets blurred from year to year.

I'm a man who speaks softly most of the time.  It's much easier to put thoughts into rhyme. 

I need that zen, that balance of thought.  Within this world, I truly feel caught.

Trapped in a box, locked in a cage,  I hold my silence, bury my rage.  

Inner peace I hope to find,  find it soon before I'm out of time.