Here I am again dwelling in much sin
Wondering where the heck my sanity's been
Taking over my mind are the evil thoughts
Trying to squeeze them out, now my brain's in knots
Thinking about going outside for a stroll
But I just really want to stay alone
Take some time, buy some time to clear my head
Feels like all the innocence in me is dead
When will the sunshine ever come in my life
'Cause it feels like every step is into pain and strife
Why won't these demons ever let me be
When will these inner struggles ever cease
Head in my hand, slow breaths I do release
trying to instill in my world, some peace
Copyright © 2009 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)
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I came across your blog by chance as I was surfing through "next blog".
Anyway..
In a broad sense, this peice was very understandable. The metaphors and the anguish of the pain in life and how we just keep on fighting, keep on breathing, searching for a single ray of sunshine to break the mask of despair. I have been down such a road many times. Im always looking for that ray of light, but sometimes I just have a hard time beleiving that such a thing is possible in this life. Therefore I must wait until the next to truely be at home. Very insightful poem, rough and gritty, but truthful and in tune with humanistic struggles.
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