PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

ive been at the bottom of many places
and i have shed light on many faces
and yet i still sit in the dark waiting for a hand to pull me out
well you can only wait for so long until you decide to try and dig deeper
in hopes to find a way out
a thought so selfish and mindful , seemingly delightful it almost seems to be just
and you relish over the fact that you may have succumbed to believing you have found a light.
but really its just your present life catacomb the tomb of all you know.

i spent many days and nights digging my own graves
and burrying myself alive in them.
being flesh, dirt, dreams, drugs.
the make up of the materials that i suffocated my self in does not matter
but, all i learned was to just dig a little wider
so even more of your life crumbles down on you

well my hopes are up for once since its a new day. new hour. new life
i will strive for greatness with every once of breath i can voice
i will stop falling in valleys and make my own fortune
i will stop trying to bury my bad dreams and day-meres in a deceitful love lust.
but i will turn the tides and find someone to bury themselves in me for i have much room in my hollow skin
i keep my organs outside my body so i may find someone else's that might replace them.,
but i rewired my circus and turned off the valve that rushes the blood to my heart
in hopes that more energy would flow to my head instead.
all these sudden changes made at the spur of a lonely minute
bot not any minute, the last minute of the whole year.
in hopes my new thinking will bring salvation and solitude to the next year and life to come.

we all have more than one life and each is depicted by stages and decisions
and i am running low on mine for i made to many wrong doings.
but its time to live out the right doings in spite of all i destroyed.
and i am on my last life and its all or nothing
and i will give it my all to achieve and deserve what is rightfully mine.