Destroying The I Am Pity Horror Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Here I am,
Kicking my own tormenting poltergeist’s shadow in the head
Told it to stop fallowing me
This soul is on its way
In essence this soul has been freed

Do you believe?

Sick of haunting myself
Too many hauntings all within
Scaring myself out of golden endeavours
Only to end up nowhere
Sad beyond belief

The fresh airs of opportunities are so exhilarating
So many ways to go
North, South, East, West
My blue print of life has so many places to roam

Life is beyond money
Thoughts are free in fact
Also the feelings all within this heart
As the soul remains free and intact

Nothing can stop me now
This prospect of hope keeps growing
Never shall I ever again succumb
To over analysing myself
Only to think that I am psychic imprisoned inside rejection

The only haunting I will do
Is to haunt away all the fools
The negative energy
That tries sucking all of my hope dry

Escaping myself, for myself
Getting ready to give myself many great surprises


The unknown is great
When it comes in positive vibes
So many ventures to decide
Just cannot sit long and choose
Or they all will go away

A new day shall be a glorious day
As I hurry myself for an adventure
That shall be even greater
Than even my own past great

Here I am
Laughing at my own tormenting poltergeist
Telling it I am only around
When I want to play

The tides have turned
Hurtful emotions wash away
Yet, Here I am
Not outside on such a beautiful day

Well that is about to be changed