Poetry From A Broken Man, Vol 2.

I wake up, slowly at first

I open my eyes and breathe heavily

for I'm awake, alive I think, despite my attempt to end it all

We can try and pretend

to feel something different, some distrust

some complicated fear brought on by everything negative you hold close

for its easier to stay beyond grounded

Take my hand and hold it tightly

for joy is the sunshine basking high above our heads

floating in the sky, in my mind

all that we are isn't what we seem to be

Beautiful time spent alone had me remembering I can do this.

I miss the smell of the rain fall

cleansing my soul

deeply rooted is the memories we've created

Yet here I lay wet

naked

waiting for you

I listen to my heart beat

hoping you tear it apart

Quietly I try to sleep at night

but I lay awake thinking my god

how is this all mine ?

I paint my life in black

a wonderful memory of my past misfortunes

I chase my dreams and turn them black

for loneliness, regrettable misery is my life's best work

I crave for a life in light

yet here I lay

black in my clothing

empty, alone and almost deceased

dressed for my funeral

the gun pressed tightly at my temple.

A Blue Bouquet