Lingering Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Lingering upon beauty
Longing for porcelain dreams
Perplexed from this disappearance
Was it something of my own doing?
If only there was an answer
To all that was not said and done
What did I do?
What have I done?
Everything so silent
Blinded by this abstract view



I hold many flaws
Too many probably so
Yet, I never want
Anything, Anyone
To feel any misery
I will take all of theirs if needed
Giving myself respite to this withering soul



I try so hard
To create an atmosphere of happiness
Giving everything I could ever give
Every heartbeat I have ever own
Every positive feeling I have ever known
Dedicating all and everything
To give validity to a dreamer's woe



I never need to feel the best
The worst is all I could ever have
As long as I could give comfort
To something special
Securing moments ever so surreal




Everything seems so fragile
This effort so hard and enduring


Yet, here I am
Still trying
To be something
Even if means not being anything
To a life fulfilled


All is confusing
A paradox beyond control
Everything will be
On the mend
I am strong enough
To muster against
This pride I have built
On my own


These porcelain dreams
Ever so recurring
What must be said and done?
All I need is a message
And direction to where I need to go




If I did something wrong
Tell me
I feel I have a right to know




Lingering upon beauty
When will everything be said and done?




Too much time has come and gone
I feel so empty and alone




Give me something, anything…