i am jaded
these are things you cannot see
my life should be traded
traded for nothing at least
i crawl through the desert
searching for something in me
no one will help me
help me or make me achieve
i am naked
in this illusional stream
wash away the pain
pain that infests within me
my life feels empty
because of the torture i’ve seen
my heart is bitter
as bitter as an untamable beast
all that i wanted
has been nothing more than a dream
and all that is given
is nothing but torment for me
i am the maiden
searching for true love’s company
into the fire
the fire of Hell where i’ll sleep
dreaming of whispers
that cannot penetrate the deep
with my sorrow
sorrow that never lifts from me
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 