Existence isn't what it seems.
Reality gone, drowned with poisonous dreams.
When I bleed I see life and the will to survive.
When I feel pain it tells me that I am still alive.
I've taken things for granted and lost my composure.
Well here's where I've landed with negative exposure.
Caught red handed when all I wanted was a positive closure.
Once so full of care and trust.
Then emotions got tangled and blown away with the dust.
We fight and fuss.
We lie, we cuss and conflict starts.
Some things are a simple fix but not a broken heart.
God is the only one who will carry light and lift me from the dark.
So I decrease speed and shift my brain into park.
Then vigorously pray and ask for alleviation from this strife;
And to those who I've hurt to forgive me, for no one lives a perfect life.
By: Dayne Rohn
