running through the forest trees
searching for some inner peace
searching for serenity
wishing for acceptance
not sure if it’s there
running out of time to spare
where’s the compassion of the world
lost within self-image and egos
lost here with no place to go
much has happened in this time
too much to try and remember
my conscience wishes to surrender
looking for a place in life
knowing my place is rejection
there are no connections
i feel this way every day
with no solution that can be seen
what does all this mean
have i not proven myself by now
how many years of this torture
never to be accepted before
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 