It seems,
that the monsters inside my head,
Are worse than the monsters under my bed,
because at least when I was a child,
I had my imagination,
now all I have is limitation.
I go to a job
Where I fulfill others dreams
Trying to fill my time
By staring at a screen
Because the boredom kills
But the knowledge of
Being alive in a world that sees you
As a pawn
And surrendering your own
Dreams
And
Imagination
Is a suffering
I’d never want another soul
To experience.
The dollar bill weighs
In my mind
Worse than the suicide
Three dead this year
From needles in their arms
And a numbness that wished them gone
One hung themselves
In hopes of dangling for salvation
To drain the pain
Release the temptation
Away from their memory
But instead
they live on in my head
Voices of what they left behind
Echoing in the space
The void
That fills my time
I wish often that I was blind
That I could smile and pretend
That I didn’t hear the angels in my head
Asking to help those who aren’t yet dead
To spread the word of love
Especially to those who see me as a friend
But for years
I played a part
Put on a mask
To become the jester
And let my emotions inside me
Fester
And now the serious version of me
Is terrifying for some to see
I come with shadow and light
I come forth day and night
I have kissed rage and envy
And made it my delight
But I have tasted salvation
When death gave me this sight.
Alas, I am here to stay
To see another day
But time and energy
I can waste no more
Tho time may be an illusion
We have come crawling out the opened door
And with each breath we take
Is a another life at stake
So, please be kind,
Stop leaving those behind
Who are too lost to find
The rhythm in the rhymes.
Be a guiding hand,
Or a voice of solitude,
That offers solutions and
Gratitude.
Yes,
The dollar bill pays the rent
But it shouldn’t own my soul in exchange,
And I refuse to believe
“That’s life”
About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.
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