I have always cared to deeply.

Into the heart of the matter does a man not begin to see things clearly after years of experience and silent hell spent yearning for things lost to the uncureable and fortunes failure.?

Give him not the grace of wisdom by failing to prove faithful and loyal of heart and mind, then truly demons mist walk among us in the shape of Eve and Angels lost of hope and heart, broken and cursed forevermore. Wings of gossomur silk traded for whispers of a ghost, lost in the darkness. 

Again surrounded by confusion and panic. Living in a roller coasters heart has taken its toll… I’ve grown to tired to fight anymore, the soul of Hope has been bled nearly dry by harlotts and harpies. Grown so tired of endless giving, endless judgement and critics galor. All for a place to rest this weary and weathered soul, a cursed night and endless wonderer now numb and tired from the rain and cold of this life. Shivers uncontrolled now echo these bones of truths giving pardon only to fires in my soul as I drift away…

The End… A freewrite by.me

Benjamin M Prewitt 2017 December 31st #myshakylife 

Good morning my love

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**previously publish poem**
As the sky opened up and invited out my heart for one last dance, we played in the moonlight, talked like lovers and bathed beneath the stars.
For tomorrow my love I start a new quest for I have found my armor.
Into the deepest hole I fell with demons and dragons, angels with no wings to carry me home.
Their I lay for a thousand-thousand day and night till I saw hope.
One piece at a time I found them, hope and heart, passion and love. Honor and pride and the will to fight again.
For I have polished my armor and sharpened my sword, Demons beware for the white knight has returned. With sliver tongue and oceans for eyes, the blacks of souls to lead you from the night. Take my hand my love if you dare.
Our journey awaits.
** it’s pre dawn here at home and as usual I’m up, have been for hours actually. I’m sitting outside listening to the bats court each other as I drink my coffee. My mind never stops so a I looked around I saw the moon far off in the distance and within the frame of my eye saw this one light on which of course took my mind to a place of want, dreams waiting for a lost love to come home, yeah I know I’m strange.
The above poem reminds me of struggle and over coming obstacles.
Have a beautiful day.