A Poem that I put together many years ago(do not ask me exactly how many!)

I guess I was on gear at the time, because I filed it as "A Junkies Prayer" and as some of you know , a Junky is a particular kind of drug user.....

....Would respect and respond to any feedback, positive or negative, creative or destructive. Whatever.

Starting Over.

 

Stolen pencil, stolen paper,

Stolen Words?

 

Have I words of my own?

Has my soul grown?

Show the evidence,

Of confidence,

With temperance.

 

Resistance,

Against the tide,

I'm open wide,

Yet try to hide,

This damaged me,

This me inside.

 

So then leave me,

Don’t grieve me,

It is better believe me.

If I deceive you,

As you deceive me.

 

Has nothing then changed?

Nor time rearranged?

You know the dangers

I face.

I am still a fool,

Yet in-spite of it all,

I want to get out of

This place.

 

Planets that spin,

As evil men grin.

Self centred lies,

Cause suicide ties.

Betrayals of friends,

Dreams as they end.

Bad times foreseen,

Make all our souls mean.

 

I am falling apart,

I am losing my heart,

Where is the start?

Can I start,

Over?

 

Can I start over?