Treasure Island

Kolt Kudray

(02/25/1988 / Palm Springs)

Blissful Peace


Sun is shining
alittle brighter
from the depths
of my mind.

Through these eyes
the world is
not as grey.
Deep down I
feel more free
from the torment
of my Demon.

Life can be
crule & make
a man feel alone
and helpless.

The struggle becomes
harder with a
depressed mind,
never knowing what
or when the push
may come.

Feeling eyes upon
you, Hearing thoughts
from those around you.
No one will know
the Road traveled,
nor how it feels
to have a mind
plauged as this.

When days such
as this comes
its a Blessing
and short lived.
The next maybe
filled with blackness.

So as the sun shines
through my mind, I
fly away to Blissful peace.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013
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