Dark, dreary days ahead
Lie upon the uncertain, cruel future
So why don't we wither instead
Instead of facing the inevitable pain that's sure
Well you see
It's better to become someone
Then become a shell, that know one knows you to be
Why be lost, before you're done
Find yourself
Find your inner spirit
Cherish it's beauty for all its wealth
For when you're so near it
You can hold on
Life won't be easy
But god made you, with his beautiful song
Believe me
YOU ARE READING
A Look Inside My Head
PoetryJust a collection of intimate poems that I've written over the years, and still continue to write. Poetry has, (and probably always) will be my outlet. Even when I'm not sure why, I feel a certain way, overtime I write, everything makes sense, if on...
