I Tend To Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

I Tend To



I tend to sit alone amongst only walls of four,
And think deeply of whom did once matter more,
And speak with those that are not really there,
Or just the silence break by screaming from despair.

I tend to stare more close and the walls just turn to glass,
And I can see right through them all my deeds that cannot pass;
I try to bring them down or do my best just them to break,
Yet the more I punch: the mirrors glare, and all what they bring is ache.

I tend to cover the looking glass after failing to break free,
But the shackles show no matter how natural I make them be;
I search for a spot that has no past so that in peace I'd stand,
Yet the memories, that away are cast, and peace come hand in hand.

I tend to make amends with my ghost that doth me chase,
Yet get the same response, 'History you can't just replace! '
I close for long my eyes and try to think the pain away,
And dream awake of lies that may save me and end my day.

I tend to dream by day whether asleep or just awake,
I miss so much the things that make me smile and I forsake;
I moan, I scream, I growl, I cry, I love and do so long,
For those who light my heart ablaze and make me all but strong!

I tend to have much talk with these voices in my head,
And wail my pain and cheer my ease with tears that are well shed,
I spar with these voices and try to string them shut:
In hope to just rejoice or at least my thoughts do cut.

I tend to hear myself yet speak without no moving lips,
As is the sun trying to break free throughout an eclipse;
I tend to be sometimes quiet and others just insane,
I tend to be so cheerful but my smile is filled with pain.

I tend to try to mend some hearts, yet break my own instead,
And pities rise for a fool who woke a hero and slept undead;
I tend to imagine my loved ones right here although they're gone,
I tend to live in yesterdays that's why to the past I'm drawn.

I tend to sit alone, although I'd rather not,
I tend to remind myself of all the things that I forgot,
I tend to be friends with just those walls of four,
I tend to look around and see the ones I still adore!

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