Wounded Soldier

Health is an oddity in my lonely life.
Although I wake with energy surging through my finger tips,
My legs are too fatigued to walk toward boxes of journals full of what could be the difference,
In a life I don’t feel is worth living anymore…

Rather,
What’s left of me should be given to a soul who needs more spirit to continue on their innocence!
I’m…
Already tainted…

Feeling aches in places I thought I never would.
Doctors could never find what’s wrong while I take a sigh of relief!
Just,
To tally up another in a book,
With too many blank pages like the mind I’m trying to save in a head battered by lies I never took,
As truth to begin with…

Nothing matters to me anymore.
I could die tomorrow!
Not a single soul would know nor,
Leave a phone call I have not received regardless of what was in store for,
Me…

But,
Never do I give up while looking to a sky watering every seed I’ve planted,
Now grown into cosmic trees!
I will climb to the top in hopes I find whatever place I’m meant to be in.
A sanctuary I can heal in with good reason,
Instead of getting on my feet for a job with a bunch of demons in disguise as employees with treason in mind while feasting!
On my sanity.
Just to pay bills for a family that put knives to my face for not contributing to their insanity!

Look where it landed me!
Being loyal to people who left me stranded,
Deep!
In the middle of no where without ever thinking I would make my way back,
Lavishly…

Time to prove everybody wrong as I climb my way back from a tragedy,
I conquered with a pen.
A pad and each maddening!
Memory of others who failed to keep their promises…