Have You Ever (Insane Mind)

Have You Ever (Insane Mind)

A Poem by Lyrikal Prince
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thought process during hard times

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Have You Ever (Insane Mind)

 

Have you ever reached a point in your life in which you feel like you have no reason to live?

Have you ever reached a point where your future and dream has become nothing but a none obtainable fantasy?

Have you ever felt like your life is shadowed by dark clouds with no means of light?

Have you ever asked God will these clouds ever move on?

Is it me? Is this punishment for my past sins?

I look up to the dark clouds that shadow my soul and blacken my heart.

Have you ever had so many thoughts and memories going on in your head at one time that you become confused and blurry on what’s going on, causing you to fall into a state of temporary insanity?

Flipping in uncontrollable rage, not able to stop or comprehend what actions you make?

As it builds up, you wonder, while without a conscience, in a UN or insane rather state of mind, is this life worth living?

As you grip the knife you hold, not knowing how or when it got in your hands but don’t think twice about it, u wonder in search of an explanation, is this all a dream?

If so at the point of death in a dream you wake up.

So you raise your knife in an attempt to escape this life of hell on Earth. Quickly in a stabbing motion bring it down before you have a chance to think twice, pierce the dark flesh that covers your body that the world has tried to make you feel ashamed of,

Freeing your soul of the abused body that crooked cops have beat in disrespect without a conscience,

Renewing your mind that has been in many states of confusion and uncontrollable rage,

Closing the eyes that have seen things is which they shouldn’t at a young age,

Retiring the heart that has been broken on many occasions with only one real romantic love, no family, few friends, and confused on what it feels like to be loved,

As the blade penetrates my body I think, what will I miss?

The dark complected skin I was blessed with,

The temple, also known as my body, I have protected and fought for,

The memories and reminders of the good times with my parent, who are deceased,

The sight of life changing experiences, that made me who I am, and a beautiful woman who I hope to someday call my wife, the same woman who is my only true love, the value of the few friends I do have, and being able to truly recognize love.

Plus this is not the end God wanted for me, committing a sin I can’t repeat from.

So have you ever or is it jus me?


© 2009 Lyrikal Prince


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This was sheer perfection.. i felt your words. Walked along the path of verses and was pulled inside your thoughts as they ran before me.. This was great. i so love a piece I can feel, touch, breath, and this one, I was able to do all. Fantastic and thanks for sharing...

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Posted 15 Years Ago


nice.
i really was able to feel your words.

when you said, "Quickly in a stabbing motion bring it down before you have a chance to think twice, pierce the dark flesh that covers your body that the world has tried to make you feel ashamed of..."
i felt like i was doing this or really feeling this...as if it was my experience instead of someone else's.

you made me feel your emotions...therefore bringing this story, these words, to life.

good job.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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