My Old Poems (2011)

The Lowest Point #28

I am about to break

I am at the lowest point in my life

Realizing that I too am fake

Burdening this knife 

I don't know who to trust

On this Earth

Called dust

Struggling through birth 

I dived deeper

Into my emotions

Thinking about The Grim Reaper

In my devotions

This is the lowest I will ever stand

Standing in this deception

Slowly fading away from his hand

I'm losing reception 

God will you carry me through this fire

God you are the only one I can trust

I'm on a thin wire

Walking through this dust

That is called paradise

To some

It is called terrorize

My hand so numb

Which direction

Which path

This infection

I have felt it's wrath

Sitting there in the background 

Trying to hide

Making no sound

Shrouding this pride

I don't want to hide anymore

I am too late

Looking at the locked door

I realized my fate

As the poisonous gasses 

Crept through the door

It came in masses

I fell to the floor

Struggling for air

On this pale blue sphere

That is located nowhere

But here

This lowest altitude

Where I am located

Has changed my attitude

I feel decimated