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 endlesswonderer 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
I wobble when I walk and
Mumble when I talk.
I follow a path that’s been previously laid, by choices and voices the deaf ears of Parkinson’s made.
I’ve a voice that betrays the things that I say and ears that are silent to the tones that they say.
I freeze in my gait which is a step for those in the dark.
A trip and a slip is a walk in the park but don’t ever ask for me to not wiggle, its something I do for I’m stuck in the middle,
of being forced to move by mans little pills and ordered to freeze by gods very will.
So will happen to this corpse slowly made, I’ve fended off cancer and live with the shakes my friendships have left me for they’ve had all they could take.
Can’t t blame them I guess for its had to take
a voice that varies with sounds that it makes for they come from a face that tragically says something that’s different than what the voice has said.
Confusing it must be to live life by choice, to believe me is hard
when you only listen to my voice.
You’ve forgotten to know me and listen to the motions
this body makes with grand little notions.
Here let me take care of the little things in life,
so you can focus on keeping yours nice.
I’ve given up on dreams for mine get lost or frozen or are simply just dust. My actions will prove.
I’m a quality man,
if you learn to listen from
your heart not your head
then you’ll hear me quite simply
if you just listen instead.
Of looking for meanings that are lost in the dark for my friends I rather simply
I speak from my heart.