Journey Poem by Joshua Hillard

A book to be read,
A dream to be remembered,
A sin to be forgotten,
Yet my life hasn't surrendered,

No matter what I choose to give,
I'm haunted by the harmony,
The once sweet delicate ringing,
Has turned to a hunger starving me,

I cannot see the past we go,
The candle flame burning on a Christmas night,
It's only the hurt and dismay,
Torching a flame of a blinding light,

A light not white but red,
For souls to depart on a beam so high,
Tortured with a blaze so horrific,
Yet I pray for the day I die,

Seems life is only a mystical,
Only to release the bullets of truth,
Give me a reminder of magic and love,
Or each bullet will surrender the possibility to prove,

Hurt this, hurt that,
When will it stop,
Day by day I can only pray,
To give our God all that I've got,

Can you see what misery is?
Just equip one foot within my shoe,
Walk these thousands of miles,
And you will once feel my pain too,

Oh dreams, dreams where do you lay,
Make me a life as I sleep to come,
Rescue me from a nightmare I struggle to face,
Because in time...this life will be long gone.