wondering what dreams may come
in this life that i’ve begun
lost within the Darkened Skies
that lurk above my hope-filled mind
how do i, in all this mess
keep myself from being stressed
i can barely stay alive
but nothing seems to kill my Drive
now what seems to be the end
is a starting point again
to take a new turn in life
dare to endure that awful strife
is the fight more rewarding
or the prize its regarding
Darkened Skies that fill my head
will remain there until i’m dead
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 