Flashback Friday Poetry: False Beliefs

as my dreams now fade
in an empty home
the fun is unseen
sitting here alone

get up and out i scream
but i cannot go on
i sit here in dismay
i sit here for too long

in dark catacombs
i search for a path
in the bleak caverns
found nothing i have

a way out is what i crave
from my own confusion
the strange hours of twilight
increase my own delusion

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

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