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Just trying new things, really need feedback.

I wake and wash my dry throat with
sweet depression, vision blurry, drowsy
from endless insomniac sleep.
Not missing much any

ways. Dreams are gone,
night terrors caress my dreams
when my mind finally finds a way to rest.

Happiness? I knew him years ago.
What I swell fellow. Lost that friend to the
b***h of life. My soul degrades to
nothing as I strive,

strive to feel happy.
A knife so jagged is all
I have to bring me ease, bring me slight joy.

After my refreshment and crimson
painting I begin to stride through this hell.
My free territorial torture
cell. Awake or sleep.

I a slave to
my country and a convict,
imprisoned to my own devil inside.

I creep on the fiery sidewalk,
waiting, fearing, observing, falling, to
what hides in the black along the
devastating road.

My soul cries to
a God that no longer cares.
A God who listens but laughs with my pain.

My sobbing prayers caught by the
wrong power. By a God of fear, evil.
A God who encrypts a life
of pain to my fate.

I walk through days
of repeat, waiting for change,
a miracle working past encrypt fate.

Reviews

[Jeff]

This poem touches the soul . Not to mention the sadness that goes along with it .I love it !