a pome or prayerA Poem by aaronthis is my first time in a wile writing anything like this. its been years seance i placed my words on paper and then hear. i found this poem while striving for the truth. am i still a poet.or a shellI cannot help. For I do not know. I cannot run. For I do not see.
I am alone here. The pen a knife, Cutting at my hand. I cannot help, For I have forgotten. I cannot stand, For I have no grounds.
I wish to express my pain and sorrow, But lack the eloquence. Lack the belief. The love, The pain, The virtue.
I am empty. Void of reason.
It was so easy once. To take that knife and cut away. The facades falling to my feet.
Personas cracking. Then breaking. Like a beautiful vase, Shattering. Leaving behind the ashes of death.
Now I must push, Strive for reality.
For it has become solid in their blood. Ravaged by their wills. Truth has become lies, And lies have become truths, Paradox! This is my pain. My madness. My insanity. Looking for the something. Yet finding nothing. Looking for, Finding nothing. Looking, Lies. Looking, More lies Doubting everything. With no other evidence, Than faith. I find myself falling into an ibis. My chest left behind. My pain chasing after. Dear Lord, Dear God,
Help Me. © 2019 aaronAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthoraaronSan Antonio, TXAboutHey all! My name is Aaron G. I just got back to this sight and edited all my poems. Mostly grammar and flow. However I’m glad to be back, and hopefully while I’m at work I can come up with.. more..Writing
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