An Attempt at Faith
An Attempt at Faith (9/10/2007)
It’s like every other minute arises one more issue
One minute I hate the world, the next is when I miss you
I never write to diss you, I don’t think it would hit you
But even if it would, you’re the stress I want to sit through
Through everything we’ve been through, I patiently still linger
Every now and then, though, I give the world the middle finger
Writing with a stinger to inject the poison hatred
I’m scribbling like crazy, spill my chest against the pages
And I’m gnawing through the cages that I built to help contain it
You told me to be open and don’t let myself be tainted
The latter is a stretch, it’s really what I want to hear
To help me ease the blow every moment that you’re gone from here
The words I really long to hear are never truly spoken
Is this really just a game or am I really simply hopeless?
I really want to say that I’ll grasp it all one day
But every second passes and my life is still the same
And it’s fight to quench the flame and imbalance of emotions
I’m giving it my all and I know I can control them
I remember what you said even when you’re out distance
Maybe I can’t hear you now, but the dream is still persistent
And I will be insistent on fighting for the things I want
I wonder if you listen or do you laugh to be a taunt
Does this last to be a haunt or is it something fateful
Hope is much too simple, I’m trying to be faithful
Notes: I need to start cranking out some higher quality stuff again.
Filed under: Poems