Just Writing Poem by EWJ Stardog

I’m drained of life feeling dead inside. My body has become a cesspool of stagnant water with only the insects to strip me dry of my being. I’m tired, sore and never seem to sleep. I can feel the loves of my life slip away I know what to do just don’t seem to have the mental and physical capabilities at the time to pull them back in.

I look for a higher power at times but it doesn’t seem to sooth my pain is it due to I don’t believe in one? If there was a God would I feel this pain? Would innocent men, women and children die from such disturbing bullshit? God was created by the imaginary figures in some mans mind to make him feel better about the chaos he creates. God is a word some hide behind from the misery they afflict on others that condones their behavior.

My soul seems to be bruised, battered and torn. Tormented throughout the years used as a pin cushion to make all of them around feel better about themselves. My mind gives thoughts that feel numb yet never seems to stop. It’s as if a movie continues to play in my head and I stay for the re-runs not able to walk away. I am not an average man built of flesh and bone, taught to sit and never ask why nor question or think only to follow the masses.

Although my mind will never be free from me I still question this world’s integrity. I asked myself will I ever be free, able to walk amongst the people who made me this way. The ones who tend to lead you to the slaughter and sacrifice another soul in the name of thy father. My heaven is to leave a good impression on this earth one not forgotten for eternity.

© 2009 Ed Jeffery