you can’t see in my mind
it is not the place or time
to think about mankind
search and search and try to find
someone who does not lie
everyday i cry
i gain a darker side
if no one cares to try
i’ll just lie down and die
you can’t see in my brain
it is not the hardest thing
for me to restrain
i yearn for a better day
when everything is not so gray
i no longer can contain
this evil reign
while you all go out and play
my mind is being slain
you can’t see in my head
i begin to dread
all of the things i’ve said
i think of ways to mend
all of my broken limbs
i restrain myself again
for all i see is red
i lay here on my bed
and wait till the day i’m dead
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 