Horror Author
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.
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.
lasting memories in my life
trapped inside within my mind
no one sees or wants to look
at my life like they should
wanting love; wanting life
only having too much strife
asking for help and nothing else
only getting everything else
life is precious; life is grand
death is merciful; death is sad
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 