The Busy Tone – Day 277, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Dejected,
Rejected.
Whichever adjective you pick,
They’ll both work the same.
As I isolate from a world causing the kind of pain most don’t come back from,
Here I am,
Alone in a daze.
But,
Not the kind where I’d hide behind a tree underneath some shade.
The kind where you separate from a world,
Taking refuge under God’s palm while phased,
By flesh calling for its desires…

A call I’m doing all I can to leave hanging.
The same way I left myself reaching for them in a panic,
The moment I had no choice,
But,
To understand how no one really loves me regardless of what I do…

A cold,
Hard truth.
If anyone did,
I believe I wouldn’t be confused,
About who to confide in,
As I’m treated like a ruse after leaving these open mics,
And,
Ride back to a room that was never home for a writer,
Without anything to lose…

Reborn,
Transformed,
Sounds more fitting to a soul worn out from a war against a reflection I’ve sworn,
To win against all odds.
After all,
I’m an odd man,
Even If I’m like everybody else the closer I get to God.
A human just,
Wishing he was loved before he ends up,
Gone…