Throwback Thursday Poetry: Dark Days

pain is all i crave
never looked at myself this way
can’t believe i say these things
thus begins Dark Days

my life is like a play
people watch me on a stage
no one cares what i say
living in Dark Days

i cannot find away
to say the things i want to say
to lose these insecurities i pray
cannot escape Dark Days

all i can do is try to save
myself from their gaze
exit from center stage
whither away from Dark Days

finding an end of the maze
no longer trapped within the haze
finally free of the shame
thus ending Dark Days

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

Poetry Monday: Evenings at Home

Whiskey and rum and words
My only true friends 
People are overrated
Rum is underrated
Whiskey leads to words
Or sleep
I think maybe
My stress in life
Is because
I’m not a drunk
Where’s the whiskey
Where’s the rum
Where are the words
Even my true friends
Have left me alone

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.