The days

From my sleep craving mind comes this... I have no idea if its good or bad or what.

I long for the days

When I was angry

Felt the red rage boiling over

Onto the white of my soul

I miss the days when

I was happy

Feeling things like euphoria

Cleansing my heart

I search for the days

When I was in pain

When my blood still spilled

Confirming that I was still alive

These days

I'm only ever sad

I can't even hurt anymore

It's like a vast emptiness inside

I don't know what I want

I'm sad and tired and confused

But it all seems so clear

When I'm dreaming

Grasping at illusions

Of strings pure white

Gripping balloons of silk

Protecting a diamond heart

Holding on to what I was

Pulling in who I will be

With tethers made of destiny

And ropes made of sorrow

These days

I sometimes wish it was all over

Then that everything would last forever

Confusing time for life

Reviews

[Althelia Marie Caine]

Very strongly written:) Good job Jake!

[Amila Jay]

Well said and written. like it alot, great poem:)

[Coyote Poetry]

We do change. Sometime for the better and sometime for the worst. I was a angry kid. Today I wish I had the anger and ability to laugh again. I like the poem. Made me think about what I became. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Lily Mae]

Very powerful.. Wanting to feel pain just to know your alive is far to common of a thought and feeling.. You really did a great job describing how one feels while lost in the fog of illusions...x

[Inyourshadow]

I'm afraid it's what happens my friend we build up a tollerance to the pain, but never succumb to the feeling nothing will ever touch you deep again there are more appealing pleasures than pain, be joyful that you still have time to enjoy the everyday beauties so many have learned to take for granted like the rain flowers and just being free to run bare foot through your field of dreams screaming at the sky lol. Tomorrows another day grab it with both hands and squeeze every last Moment out of it because time is fleeting and one day soon you'll wonder where yesterday went.