Poetictonez

They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, but when I look into the mirror, that is not what I see. The reflection resembles scars of sorrow and pain, a fragile heart being broken repeatedly, a lonely soul seeking refuge, but never finding it. Being isolated in this cruel world, trying to distinguish between what is right or wrong, acceptable and disgraced, and what road to travel this tiresome journey on. Oblivious to what others find comforting, in this ungodly world of sinners, as our being perishes into nonexistent dust. Somehow the grass outside is blanketed by the morning dew, I'm confused as to why the the world continues it's rotation on a broken axle. Never knowing the trip is about to abruptly end, and left at a stand still like broken glass, or misplaced puzzle pieces with no where to belong. Restless souls roaming the polluted air, seeking a resting place for their iniquities, afraid to let go and let God challenge their battles for them. Yearning to be triumph

I closed my eyes and tried to remember, but for the sake of me I could not. I pondered on it all night, repetitiously I searched my thoughts. And just when I believed I found it, once more I was to be fooled. It wasn't the real thing, so quickly it disappeared without a clue. This game I'm tired of playing, it's making me a loser. So many years have passed me by, I wish I would have figured it out sooner. Deception knocking at my door, I wonder if I dare answer? Don't want to be captured like a prisoner, to again be abused by my master. The solutions lie within me, I hold the key the lock. When I choose to exit the stage, this merry-go-round ride will stop.