Help me God!

Holding my breath to check my insanity,

If I die give my soul to charity,

Forces of benevolence seem twice as far,

My time craves for another scar,

 

Madness of the city, the drunken spree in the rain,

Not enough to stop the rain out of my vein

That damned blue ocean in your eyes,

Has darkness beneath that tells me goodbyes,

 

Fate is twisted so says the lady,

I’m so needy, never so greedy,

My presence leaps in the cemeteries of thoughts unborn,

The monotonic leftovers mocks my scorn,

 

Disasters cater to my every need,

The garden’s a dream for lost is the seed,

Seldom I try and try this hard,

And find myself behind the line of start,

 

The rain pours unwillingly over my head,

Because I’m the sort of person who would be sad instead,

The breath of sun gets unbearable more,

And I mend my soul so I can ignore,

 

Dense paranoia finds its haven in me,

Staring through darkness to find a reflection of thee,

This madness overpowers even the passion to live,

It’s just another day in my closet I believe...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I know the feeling of this poem. I try to drink myself to death over crazy stuff like woman and life simple problems. I got lucky and realized I caused my good and bad in this life. I hit the Gym and slow the drinking down to beer. Then I saw the real world. Life is hard. So we must be harder. a very strong poem. You took me on a wild trip with you in your words. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Dana Kathryn]

This poem is very deep and filled with great emotion! I understand this kind of hell very well,sadly...But life will prevail!! :)

[Vincent Esprit FMI]

The imagery here flows very well.....I guess the light will soon shine.....well written,
thanks for sharing,

regards,
vincent
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