Sometimes

Sometimes there is so much I am grateful for,

sometimes I feel regret for what I have done.

Sometimes when I close my eyes I can’t dream,

sometimes I forget who I used to be.



In some ways I see the images clear,

but when I cry I know what I’ve done wrong.

Is it in me just to feel so down when alone,

or do I make things much more than what they are?



Trying to find a way back to comfort in my life,

where love haunts me and dreams are far from view.

Lights painting my soul with pain I deserve,

under my sorrow I was given a reason to feel.



Sometimes I wonder who I might have been,

sometimes it is too hard for me to comprehend.

Sometimes when I cry it is for a beautiful feeling,

sometimes I am broken just to find the healing.



I don’t know much of what I used to think,

all the ways I let go of absolutes paramount.

To wake up not knowing all of the answers,

is in my heart a way I have grown.



Sometimes I love, sometimes I hurt,

sometimes I am nothing but lonely.

Sometimes at night, sometimes today,

sometimes making everything okay.



I hurt,

I feel,

I love,

I am whole.



True passion,

true desire,

true existence,

true love.



Sometimes when I close my eyes I can see.

Sometimes when I lay down it is with my love.

Sometimes I weep for what others are feeling.

Sometimes, sometimes my heart is beautiful.















Johnny Newell