Jounal Entry Page One: Conversion to Poetry
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Torn as I live here, from day to day.
I look back on, the life I once lived today.
Only to realize, how far I’d fallen astray.
Reality is, to me a constant enemy.
Despite my attempt, to break free from these chains.
Forever the truth, the will still remain.
To dwell on the past,
Feels just the same as, the wicked act
Of enduring pain.
Through my mindless questions and suffering.
The memories I hold, stay forever sacred
Whilst others have, simply evolved to scares.
Now I know, there is no escape from,
The tragedies of which, are instilled inside.
Within my heart I feel,
It was worth all the while
To attempt the run, and flee from my minds imprisonment.
You’ve claimed to see them, the saints and demons.
That come to life,
From inside your dreams.
Through your absence of faith
There’s sight of devils with horns,
Amongst wingless angels.
Forced to forever fight,
The war within yourself.
Heaven and Hell this you know you will find.
To exist, through the chambers and depths,
Of your mind.
Just try not and forget, to forever listen
To those souls of which, are sent.
Someday you radiance, shall be the luminescent light
That will forever shine
Through the vision of someone else’s eyes.
The accomplishment,
Of this extravagant feat.
To pass it on to another, the continuance
Teaching of such a lesson,
Over time, the heart felt pain
Shall erode away.
Broken promises with
Expectations unfulfilled.
Wondering what is left as, I’ve let my dreams go.
I can’t see nor,
Even feel my soul
Much less my heart that’s,
Grown cold as stone.
Sick of this torment who’s grip has formed
The hand of a shadow born,
Inflicting fear and pain upon me.
Forcing me unto this cloud,
It always seems to blind my way.
Time to begin,
Time to change the trend,
Time to repent.
Soon all the followers will see the end,
Of their false cause.
They disregard their call to quite.
To live like them,
Forget what they said.
Live for you,
That’s it.