Starting with birth,
for I do not know the truth,
whether if I am really a by product of rape,
for if I am or for if I am not,
should I find out,
or shall I remain ignorant,
Am I ready for the truth?
Will I handle the truth,
I know I must stay away from alcohol,
for it truly destroyed me,
I do miss drinking,
It helped me from over thinking,
but now I must ask myself where shall go from this point,
am I nothing but a failure of life and responsibilities of a lackluster man who still seeks purpose?
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paradise lost !The Stars shining in your eyes we met under mystical twilights autumn leaves blew purple lavander misty breeze through and through upon a shimmering lagoon the moons reflected our inner sights <3 grew chantments we cast dancing freely alast glowing fires bound with blazing spectactle a las found !!!we lay on flowers floating along the glorious blue ur hand in mine the heavens aligned the multiple moons, illumination and light ur heart beat in mine pure delight <8 divinity and true insight
I wrote that for you 😉
Poetic you got skills
I’ve written a lot of poems about this topic. I have a book coming out next month full of poetry, tackling this subject. Here is a spoken word piece I wrote and performed in the Sydney opera house.
I hope you are well https://youtu.be/jhRxb87KXNc
Beautiful speaks volumes to the crowd and shares a whole of truth.
Ah to be gone
away away, I sigh and lose
to set aside the troubles of the day
to leave when I choose
Oh for an exit
out out, I long for more
Yet always I struggle and stay
yet always life a chore
Ugh to the drudge
on on I march to where
so it continues and persists
so empathy and love continue to exist
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not my best, but my current thoughts on suicide and exit