often
in the still of night
one can find a sightless sight
blinded
by all one can see
sight is your worst enemy
tonight
no one hears you scream
trapped in the wake of a dream
inside
your subconscious mind
lies the truth that you will find
helpless
to the pain that comes
you see false love is what numbs
numbing
your mind and your heart
emotions stop taking part
awake
with a hardened chill
loss of love destroyed your will
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 