Writer – Author
please come hither
take the anguish from my eyes
please come hither
make my dreams come to life
the perpetual torment
that skulks with me day to day
has no shape, no face, or form
just a large cloud of gray
not changing day to day
now i ask you
if you please
come hither to me
on my darkest days
help me find my way
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
with all my might
i try to fight
all the demons in my life
looking for the light
that will lead me to paradise
finding neither dark nor bright
cannot find my Faith tonight
i look to the right
to see a sight
that my eyes can’t believe tonight
a young woman with eyes of green
came over and sat beside me
“hello”, she said, “my name is Faith!”
this made my heart race
many years ensued
and we both grew old too
this woman who i made my wife
helped me to find paradise
now i know why they say
the lord works in mysterious ways
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
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.
