Numbed by wickedness,
Wisdom replaced by despair,
as darkening clouds come ever closer.
I yearn for a peace of mind to relinquish the yoke around my neck,
instead of the callous hands, circling, coming ever closer
And in the calm of morning, a moment of calm that should transcend circumstances,
I try to hear, but am deafened by my own loudness.
As my voice lessens, a glimmer of hope rises in the distance
coming ever closer
Its beauty draws me in,
and the shakles that hold me down begin to weigh less.
Ever closer, ever nearer, forever there
Irregardless of the shadows, hope gives rise to determination
determination gives rise to change
and change shifts paradigms
ever closer it comes,
until in the twinkle of an eye I too am changed,
releasing myself from my torture and pain
Ever closer, ever nearer, forever changed
YOU ARE READING
A Writer's Poetry
PoesíaPoetry is used to help me jump over my shadow, and locate what is blocking me from being able to get words on the page. Herein, I attempt to reveal my inner demons, secrets and have my words serve as my therapy. It's more than poetry...it's an aut...
