In me

Desire becomes the fate of all thoughts and dreams,

unwavering, unspoken, untouched by many.

Open eyes see blindly the lusts of their own,

making fantasy and reality somewhat of the unknown.

In my heart I carry the shame of many nights alone,

broken to heal, healed to break myself again.

Who I am is only because of what I was,

cheating death with a life so unwanted by many.

Slicing into my flesh to cry out loud,

my silence noted, all words empty.

Writing in blood the tears I wasn’t allowed to cry,

speaking the void left so lonely in my heart.

No love to know, no feelings left to suppress,

just the ramblings of a child hiding in the light.

Beat me with your truths so I may understand,

believe in me my sorrowful dreams left behind.

Broken child becoming a dying man,

left to feel the void spoken into existence long ago.

I hurt as you hurt, I feel as you feel,

all dreams are vacant when seen in the dark.

Clouds of light raining shadows of pure light,

facing fears only to be more afraid than before.

Solitude endlessly seeking sorrow for compromise,

alone in a crowd unseen by many faces.

Lost is the image in my eyes,

of life, of love, of everything in me.













Johnny Newell