Doctored Doom, Day 5

An escape is what I’ve needed.
Not another joint full of weed leading,
To a high so egregious,
As I would rather lay low and carry on defeating!
Every nagging thought keeping me away from what I truly love…

Poetry,
A pen and pad along side a good reason.
To never give up on myself instead of listening to demons hoping I do otherwise…

I’m,
A writer and there’s nothing in this world that can strip me of a title,
I have earned even during moments I would lay idle,
Wondering if I would ever make it out of this Hell I’m forced to call home,
While squared by what seems like an endless mile!
In a tunnel I will drive through,
Rolling into a reality I couldn’t fathom with a cloud of smoke above me in an infinite cycle!
Of doom…

After all,
A doctored point of view,
Where I’m bitter towards who,
Abandoned me for brighter hues within horizons I knew were never true!
Isn’t who I am in the inside.
I may have lived a life in stark madness,
But,
I’m made of iron through a love helping me to get by,
The darkness.
Marveling at beauty bestowed by a God allowing me to swim through the riptides,
Of a mind concealed by parchment I,
Was blessed with…

We all have gifts and mine?
Is to write another poem hoping I can make another person laugh,
Or,
Cry.
As they witness their pain dissipate and fly,
Into winds strong enough to bear the pulverizing weight they couldn’t carry all through a life,
Most have endured without a friend by their side like,
I…