Inspirational, Poems

My own

My view is clouded

I can’t seem to distinguish

Between reality and a delusion

How I wish my reality was a delusion

My view is clouded

My heart weeps for the past

I am my own rock theses days

I am all I have left

In my weakness I remember

All the lessons of the past

In my clouded view I search for laughter

I search high and low for a glimpse of hope

My view might be hazy

My heart might be broken

But I am my own rock

For better or worse

Poems

Fantasy Vs. Reality

I live for the fantasy that it would be me

That you would be better for me

Yet, as time goes by the truth settles in

Every syllable that vibrated out of those lips

Where to string me along, made to torture me

Time passes me by as it normally does

The realization that i meant nothing

Just a person to fill a gap in time

Just an object to manipulate

The change I wanted to see from you

I would not be the one to inspire it

Who knows if anyone will.

I lived for that fantasy once

Yet, now it’s a nightmare I can not surpass

Random thoughts

Frozen in place

Accepting that I cannot change the passed is more tiresome then one may think. It takes you to a place where nothing matters. A place where you only have energy for one thing in life. In this world of self pity nothing and no one matters. All you can think of is the one thing that hindered you in such a way.