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.

Throwback Thursday Poetry: Ever More

Pain is growing
slowly growing
inside my mind
and all around
not stopping
not ceasing
increasing, increasing
ever more

Compassion is shrinking
slowly shrinking
inside my brain
and all around
only retreating
only ceasing
decreasing, decreasing
ever more

Bitterness is rising
slowly rising
inside my psyche
and all around
not desisting
not ceasing
increasing, increasing
ever more

losing my life
losing my mind
for all i cry
i do not ride
to the sky
i fall down
on the ground
and die

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