i once made a decision
to leave all i knew behind
this thought made with precision
to seek out what i can’t find
the future i envisioned
now seems false within my mind
a fault that i must revise
searching with contemplation
ignoring my self-made lies
fighting the captivation
from this gutter i will rise
now with thoughts of corruption
that corrupt my tearless eyes
it’s the time; i must decide
nothing Is left here for me
nothing gives me peace inside
i have no reason to be
someplace that gives me no pride
to the place that sets me free
that gives me no reason to hide
a place where my heart won’t grind
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 