Theologus

Writing

Why must I weep for things unseen? My heart, It screams the dreams, the nightmares and fears I hearThrough my ears... It’s true! The bruise that rests on my heart, apart from the art I start with this poem… Alone I feel, disown I must to protect this trust in my life. I continue to weep! As I scribble and write what comes to my sight… Just a cloud of white… but I realize that I must fight to remain sane, be well and gain.At last! I write it all here, the nightmares, the fears. The dread, the tears, from the years. I say, disappear! For I shall burn you with the power of script! Overwhelmed with sadness My heart bleeds the tears of my conscious memories. The haunted nights cry loneliness! Each breath filled with regret Except, the death. Not of being, but my self-esteem. It seems a mere dream…. I redeem to attempt to sing and gleam to my deeming eyes… I see, happiness. The thought lies in my haunted memories, there is no chance To claim. Thus I am to remain insane… and I, am to blame.