Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
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.