my Desires keep me strong
they give me the urge to continue on
without them i would surely be lost
lost in a world where pain never stops
it is with these deep dark Thoughts
that i make my life have meaning
trying to balance my emotions with reasoning
i now cross the fire
the fire of my burning Desires
it is a horrible place to see
such wonderful Fantasies
why are all my Dreams
hidden by such a hideous place
perhaps so They cannot escape
running, running through the land
of the misshapen man
no reason to go on at all
not when my Dreams can’t run afar
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 