Born anew, rasing from the ashes, something that no one thought could surface. Held it deep within for what seem an everlasting part of myself which I had denied for long. Fear runs a hard poker face, is it really so hard to love again? To leave yet another chance up to fate. I shall hold on for as long as I can, doubts seem to echo forever. Like outer space, I feel chaos ruling each move I make, but from chaos comes peace, at what price is the question? What part of me must I let go? As I grow older, my mind and body get wary, so very tried of the games people play. Something about all this seems so very wrong. In order to seek peace I must experice chaos, the peace lasts only a blink while the chaos never ends. But I noticed, the peace in us all, the goodness we all share seems lacking. All machines running with madmen at the controls. Whoever built me must know I run the controls now.
Reason for writing:
The all too real fear of love, control your fears.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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