Lost in my sorrows; confused with shadows of doubt,
Lost in finding tomorrow; infused with the shallow sounds.
I can't seem to think; I can't seem to find my broken heart,
The pieces are missing and I despise the loathsome dark.
There's no light inside of me; I'm losing my hope,
And the warmth has faded and now it's cold.
I used to search for the moon and stars for my answers,
But it's not there as my mind is being plagued like cancer.
Writers block they call it; bereft of expression and feeling,
A pen that just does not write when my heart is bleeding.
People used to say that I could humble the serenades,
The words that I brought together could rumble the everglades.
I was humbled by these thoughts and praising claims,
And now I've lost the will of my pen and my poetic ways.
I left my remorseful apparition where I wished it to stay,
Thinking that I would not live another millenia of days.
I left my mind to be consumed by it's rhetorics and doubts,
And lay myself down to be tranced by the moving clouds.
As I envision the dancing stars; and the prancing hearts,
Joined blissfully in harmonious congregation from afar.
A new dawn rises for the souls that were laid to rest,
And suddenly I can feel a new magic in my breath.
Today I wave goodbye to the reaper; the spectre of death,
Because a new dream is now resting in my head.
I refuse to surrender so I shall continue writing in my bed,
And follow my heart to wherever my destiny ends.