Doubts Poem by J.B. Baronda

Though our shells are here,
Inside this watery sphere.
I think I am intoxicated my dear,
I am filled up with fear.
Will there be a sun for tomorrow?
or a dime we could burrow?
I think time had run out,
messed up things and doubts.
I maybe crying for tonight,
but I swear to you I'll fight.
This world is such an inspiration,
Imaginary things in a vision.
My heart is barely screaming,
This moment's really tormenting.
I feel like an emo for writing such poetry,
or maybe a song will somebody sing for me?
So sick of the violence,
I'm trapped in ignorance.
Waves of maturity,
Slay the fiends of stupidity.
Sorrow of the farewell,
I've learned from the gospels.
I hated myself from what is learnt,
for all of my actions, evil is what I've earned.
Running out of words to say,
I think it's time to end the day.