my soul is dead my heart has bled the picture on the wall has no meaning to me at all a reason I try to fimd i look deep into my unconscious mind is it our beliefs that make us cry do we really die there are no words in this book i open my eyes, but I cannot look a reason, any reason at all who is in the picture on the wall i hear a song, but it's not playing the words in the book, what are they saying i do not sleep, but i have these dreams these thoughts again and again it seems i am too confused to say why i feel this way the storm passed by without rain i guess it's all the same without reason i begin to scream will i wake up from this dream i walk, but i go nowhere i reach, but it's not there i visit a place i think is here but it's imaginary too i fear why is the sun red is it angry or is it dead nothing i do pleases i'm sacrificed by jesus it's not raining, the trees are still the air is calm, but it's not real empty-minded, thoughts of nothing there's got to be something a whisper in the wind is my only friend if i could find my peace of mind i would do just fine i wish i could explain to the common man but no one can understand my will to be has just left me my thoughts know everything remember nothing it is hard i find to look into the unconscious mind then the thoughts go blank am i now awake?
Reason for writing:
I write poetry because it is an escape. I writen over 200
poems in the last 2-3 years. Topics range from god to my
living room chair. Most of them are abstract as this poem
is. I decided to submit this poem in order to receive
feedback. I have nine other poems and a biography online
at articulata under the guest poetry section. So please
visit this site also and give me feedback. E-mail:
jparp@juno.com
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