Book Of Verses

Poetic Justice

Vanity.
Narcissism leads to insanity.
The thousand mile journey
For accepting the man in me.
I live in the light of death
And the shadow of reality,
"Wake up, wake up,
We're losing you to fantasy!"
Letting my mind drift the cosmos,
Letting music rule my sanity.
Fear still rules my heart,
Overwatched by anxiety.
I'm not okay as they said,
And still they feel to lie to me.
Though I'm being torn apart,
I'm okay with being not okay.
My life is like a train,
Going 150, derailed, with no brakes.
My hope for love is faded,
But still I'll persist to say,
"There is someone there waiting
In the dark, sitting mundane.
Their sun will rise in true due time,
The dawning of a new day.
They'll crack their eyes and begin to find
The path that holds their new way.
The only path that you should follow
Is on the trail that you lay."
Still i feel that there is no point,
The things in my mind are made up.
And I'll still lay awake in the middle of the night,
Asking what makes me stay up.
And they'll still yell my name,
Like broken records screaming "WAKE UP!"
And I still cannot hear them,
Their views of me are never seen.
I look at it from my angle,
Not sure what it will ever mean.
Love stays sour and stains gray
In my heart, growing the Nevergreen.
In the mirror is my demon
Who says "who'd ever love this?"
He stays inside my mind's third eye,
"All you have is just this."
He is silenced when I write my sonnets,
This is my Poetic Justice.