Poems

Chance

Impatient as the soul lies restless and tired
As you fit what's desired as I enquired
When I aspired to be what's required
I can't help but feel expired and useless
Inspired I have become to write this piece
My feelings increase as they are pleasing
Sucking them out like a vampire caught in the crossfire of an empire
Drowned in hellfire that is bound to expire
Once I find happiness in the darkness my mind will go haywire,
my heart will cut like barbwire,
and my soul will be engulfed in these feelings

What do I do?
How do I react?
I know for a fact what I should do.
But alas it's a secret yet to be discovered
Just as the soul is lost and must be found
As it cannot be justified as to how it can be
The only thing you must know in order to do so
Is the most obvious solution
Not to cause confusion, but the illusion isn't the solution

I am not bound to anyone
I do not bow
I do not seek redemption
I only seek certain aspects
I want trust
I want passion
I want forgiveness
I want to prove I can be all of those things to you as well.