This is my area my comfort zone so watch me mope//
Watch as I sick back through plenty strife while I try and cope//
Open these shutters with an open mind//
I've only shown tears in the rain for pain, they carry mine//
Sip of the shame for its bitter sweet, surely sublime//
Understanding facts of a mad man who surely, tasted swine//
In the thunder I yell, I plunge further in the depths of hell//
The tone of my voice is like a low roar//
Lions den hear the growl of my empty stomach, its the foul that I'm in//
Crawl on all fours like an animal, its the way I got in//
Treat me like an open soar, a scist//
maybe an open book tattered, with the line through his wrist//
Picture this while I was stumbling nobody came for me//
Lost and abandoned I felt god had let me be//
In the end Im tarnished with no memory who Im supposed to be//
So I threw away the past, started a new and what came only heaven seen//
Opened doors, felt like opened dreams//
A mystery to many tho set me free it was beautiful//
An open book in an empty casket at my funeral//
First Chapter, IMPURE BY INVISIBLE
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Ruben Gonzales
I write for poetry, for life, to take one's understanding so much deeper then that they know of. I tell the stories with a meaning thats beyond with a feeling that will pull you in.
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