Throwback Thursday Poetry: My Heart

where’s all the love for me?
it’s been swept away in the breeze
stuck here without a thing
but i’ll keep on hoping

lost in my eyes from me
is all the love i’ve seen
it is hard to believe
that i still have nothing

searching for some peace
through the demons that keep me troubled
it’s too hard i can’t compete
i must lie here in the rubble

my heart is cold
i am 100 years old
will you please
just help me

it’s time for me to go
i am no longer well at home
i feel my soul is sold
i have nothing to behold

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

Throwback Thursday Poetry: Care

feeling like i’m alone
hating the thought of going home
wanting something i do not have
wishing that is what i had

losing faith and my mind
wishing for some kind of sign
wanting only someone who cares
only getting bewildered stares

looking back on my years
adding up all the tears
asking once and never again
do you care or only pretend

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

Throwback Thursday Poetry: The Reflection

i look in the Mirror
what do i see
i see something
that isn’t me
it is not
what i wish to be
i am not
happy with me

in my life
i have seen
many things
that haunt my dreams
feeling as if
i have nothing
knowing that
i have nothing

pursuing this Enigma
solving this Mystery
why don’t i
like me
asking questions
crying please
i’ll keep screaming
for all Eternity

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