The memoirs of a burdened heart


Once a heart of a thousand burdens beat in his chest
Always feeling like he had no place in life
He has been a disappointment to everyone he loves
Even though in his heart, he never had evil intent
He is confused and he is in a trance
He wants to go to sleep and dream of a better life
If he’s asleep, he wouldn't want to wake up at all
To the harsh realities of a life which hurt him so much
He has demons of a burdened past which he battles daily
On a daily basis all he wants is to be free
He wants to turn his demons in to doves
And turn his charred reality into the utopia in his dreams
His is lost in a wilderness of concrete and bricks
Having to live in a world that is so harsh
He would take on the devil himself to make things right
However, it would be pointless in his mind no less
Now he’s in a world filled with the devils toys
Cigarettes and alcohol fill his body and mind
He has hit rock bottom once more, he has nowhere to run or hide
He ponders about his lost love and the sorrow that surrounds
Where is she now? what is she doing? who is she with? 
just simple questions with no answers
As he stares in to outer space, reflecting on his life
He feels an abundance of pain that he cannot defeat
Loathing himself for the misery he feels everyday
He fights to go to sleep, as the insomnia deepens in his soul
His  mind remains unclear and clouded
His memory is a blessing and sometimes a curse
Happiness seem to get further away
He hopes and prays that someday he will recover from this hell
He wants to make amends for his sins and be rid of them
To free his heart from all the burdens and right the wrongs he has committed

These are the memoirs of a burdened heart, the pain that is too much to bear

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