by Polo Bear

Created on: July 07, 2008

Writing in the dark,
Pen-scripting on the page,
Pencils not used by me but are like a dart,
I'm putting a poem together thats falling apart.

Writing in the dark,
Can't see too well on the page,
But the t.v. is glowing light,
light sufficient to write my art.

Feeling pain like a dart,
Trying to hold my life together,
Fighting like a boxer,
Hoping to get back up and start,

Fighting over and over.

The pain is leaving me now,
I feel it inside of me,
Whenever I write what's inside of my heart,
Thank the Lord things are not falling apart.

I'm pulling everything together,
Pulling everything inside of me,
The glow is getting brighter, than from the start.

Just keep writing on the page, over and over,
Until things get better without the pain spilling over,
The writing comforts me over and over,
Reminding me to lean on my mothers shoulder.

My destiny is looking sound,
Sound enough to feel no wars,
Wars of frustration, stirring up a storm.

The music is keeping me adrift,
Adrift after this melting gift,
Causing inside my body a seldom shift back to sanity.

Words used together like a wave,
Moving in the same directional path way,
From the deep to the shallow depths.

I'm soon finished my writing tonight,
Still putting up with the struggling fight,
My mind tells me it's too difficult,
Too difficult to withstand this turmoil,
This turmoil my heart says to keep in control,
In control of my inner soul.

Let's end it here and now,
My gift has taken care of things now,
It took care of my deep spark,
This spark of hurt in my heart.
And ease my pain, pain like a stabbing dart.

The End

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