this hate inside
makes me realize
in my mind
and through my eyes
all i’ve tried
with all the sighs
all my life
i’m petrified
i’m scared to say
either way
these crazy days
are here to stay
hurt by rays
from the sun’s gaze
lost in flames
of purple haze
where to now
i wonder how
this long dark cloud
goes away
leaving me
in perpetual peace
nothing now
seems horrified
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 