A few years ago while working third shift at a plastics factory, my soul bled on scrap cardboard.
Jump Jump
Sitting here in contemplation of the aggravation of my thoughts so indistinguishable like paste. Every day I'm here trembling in fear that my life is fermenting to desperate waste.
My soul dreams with persistence to escape this existence and live my life without the incarceration of my imagination.
What is this passion my heart pleads to fashion? I search in the dirt vainly pursuing my worth.
But all I see are these sticks and stones and surely they may break my bones, but these words I feel are real; they try to steal my joy inside. I have to decide where my self-allegiance lies in the dismal land of flies.
Do I make the leap to keep my dream alive or do i sellout, give up, sit down, rollover and survive.
I strive to make this choice with a quiver in my voice. The noise of my heartbeat drowns it out. I cannot shout without the oxygen in my chest, I must confess to the fear that has gripped my breast.
Gazing over the edge of the precipice of destiny under the foggy canopy of promise I must be honest with these feelings of hesitation. I stare into this canyon of unknown and so now you know my trepidation.
I feel the need to explain this greed for the physical luxuries my tired eyes seek, yet I long to shed this ephemeral venere of trash. Can I be so brash?
My soul cries out to see triumph, and all the while my heart beats:
Jump Jump, Jump Jump
Lovely and beautiful. Welcome to poet freak.
Remarkable. Commendable. Lovely rhyming as well.
Beautifully penned. Life can be very frustrating at times. Hang in there.
great pen, love your last, 'my heart beats: Jump Jump, Jump Jump' very nice!
best to be your own man
Thanks for sharing well written.