Trapped in an asylum of comfort and love
I’ll never truly know what I’m capable of
Sorry Mom, I leave you behind
But you have a piece of my heart worth
A collection of lifetimes.
The walls of my rooms have seen my life
The tears and sorrows of people from a time
Where I thought life was not worth living
When the going got rough
When I never knew what I was truly capable of.
My pillow filled with an ocean of tears,
I’ve drowned in sorrows and despairs
Because I believed that in my times of fears
No one would ever be there.
Was I wrong? I ask myself today,
I was never truly alone.
But the people I know, who love me the most
It is their time to see me go.
Go... the distance
A place nowhere near,
Exploring the mosaic mirage of music and menace.
But at times the distance is what I fear.
Fear of the unknown or the fear of being lost?
It’s still unclear,
As I lose myself in a world filled of pain and suffrage
But... my time is here.
Sorry dad, sat upon your lap
Is a photo book of many memories you will never get back.
I take them with me in my mind and they stack
Upon a number of lessons I learned in “class”.
Life, I’ve notice, upholds lessons you cannot teach
But ones I must learn,
In the moment,
But thank you,
For providing me a roof over my head
And the ground under my feet
For the knowledge I hold
And the religion I seek.
Close to my heart is where the photo book stays
As I learn more of life’s lessons, I hope to show you a new one someday.
To tell the tales of a life I’ve lived
The one you started
But the one I must end.
As the experiences hold more keys to locked doors
I will be able to show the world more...
That I’m not sure,
But give it time,
And we’ll all know more.