Road to Sanity

No hope left in man kind but I'm one of a kind.
Right before these naked eyes my thoughts all come to life, but soon you must realize... We're just insane.
There's a certain romance in the pain that keeps me alive.
Trapped inside a prison called my mind where the darkness hides emotions and buries them deep inside.
Just me and my thoughts, alone and lost.
My heart yearns for the truth hidden by my conscious which guides me in a direction where i forget my destination.
Torn between decisions, to turn back or keep going.
With each step a constant battle to run away, but as I look back all I see is regrets I do not wish to repent.
Trapped with no escape route inside the walls my mind has built to high to climb.
Simply protecting what's left of a shredded heart that lives in lies.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Sanity is over-rated. Hard to walk either line of insanity and sanity. Sometime is best to walk in the center.
"My heart yearns for the truth hidden by my conscious which guides me in a direction where i forget my destination.
Torn between decisions, to turn back or keep going."
Sometime best to go forward. We know what we left behind. I enjoyed the complete poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote