squeezing my breath away
Mornings, tho pleasant
are a mark of another day.
So many demons loom
treacherously jabbing
Piercing my soul
as if they were stabbing.
treacherously jabbing
Piercing my soul
as if they were stabbing.
Day after day the come
each with a different goal
All have their special traits
they play a painful role.
each with a different goal
All have their special traits
they play a painful role.
As I turn away from one
another jumps in my face
charging directly at me
as if there was a race.
another jumps in my face
charging directly at me
as if there was a race.
The walls seem menacing
a giant slow moving vise.
Inching steadily closer
freezing my soul like ice.
a giant slow moving vise.
Inching steadily closer
freezing my soul like ice.
Tho I might make it out the door
there are responsibilities afoot.
I can't abandon the demons nor walls
they are part of this painful root.
there are responsibilities afoot.
I can't abandon the demons nor walls
they are part of this painful root.
Never thought life was fair
nor believed it ever to be
yet, I can't seem to get past
these troubles attacking me.
nor believed it ever to be
yet, I can't seem to get past
these troubles attacking me.
A continuous flow of venom
a part of my daily mental bread.
Struggling never eases
while these walls squeeze my head.
a part of my daily mental bread.
Struggling never eases
while these walls squeeze my head.
Del Cano 2006 October
5 comments:
Exactly!
It is a constant battle huh? I am with you brother...Bam
Goodbye evil, you no longer exist.
I have recovered from that life I used to live.
The bad times have made me stronger than I was before.
Sorry, we can no longer get along.
I do not miss our moments, but will never forget them.
This divorce could be good for the both of us.
I promise to think of you when times are sour again.
You are never welcomed in my life, but seen as signs of doubt.
Written by Felix Lugo
Hey! time for some Dylan Thomas!
"Do not go into that goodnight
Rage Rage against the Dying of the light"...
uh..yes?:)
natalie
Hey! time for some Dylan Thomas!
"Do not go into that goodnight
Rage Rage against the Dying of the light"...
uh..yes?:)
natalie
Never thought life was fair. Get on the steed and run with the wind in your face and hair. Gallop across the flat lands and up the mountains high. Stop to rest and smell the pine trees that rise tall against the sky. Watch the red and orange of the sunset as it steals across the land. Dont worry anymore because here is my hand. I wont let the walls close in or the demons loom for in my friendship there is plenty of room.
MoodyMyke........Hugs to you
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