Poetry

There’s a time in my life, 
A time where I only struggle, 
Beaten by the burden of love, 
Bleeding life, as I begin to crumble, 
 
Time and time again, 
I can only pity the fact of this, 
My dreams came and went through the furnace, 
Something my heart will forever miss, 
 
I only had one dream in this life, 
One dream to make everything right, 
It seems as if I failed as a person, 
So I remain out of sight, 
 
There’s a true moral behind each heart, 
Mine is too long to describe, 
It’s been torn up and ripped out, 
Deprived from the meaning of life, 
 
You take chances and fight hard, 
That’s the way we go, 
We hit the ground and get right back up, 
But for me, this is getting old, 
 
Consciously my mind races, 
It talks to me through each moment, 
It tells me it don’t know how much it can take, 
The street is life but I’m the rodent, 
 
Slowly reaching the end, 
I hold my hands out during each step, 
In my heart I want to reach my finish, 
To forever be locked away in my own depth, 
 
I’m sick of sorrow haunting me, 
The guilt of Karma and all its games, 
The pain and frustration I have felt, 
Only I can’t not say no names, 
 
One day my time will come, 
One day I will be wiped away, 
From the time being until I am home, 
I will be guilt stricken… as I pray.