Lucid Skies, Filthy Lies Poem by Derrick Andrews

I lost my shot at what was real,
To my emotional appeal,
And now I'm trying to conceal,
These deep wounds that won't heal,
I feel,
Worse than before,
Like there never was a cure,
To a love, real and pure,
I was never more sure,
That you were mine,
But now I've lost my Queen,
And now I'm stuck between,
My past and present being,
Evermore challenging to go through,
And though I'm trying hard,
It seems my reach is barred,
Like I'm feathered and tarred,
Too ashamed to even speak to you,
I let my urges grow,
Too deep to ever know,
And now I want to go,
Farther into the depths of your mind,
Revealing past mistakes,
Pain at stake is,
All it takes,
To make this,
Re-relate,
To our kind,
Please relax my mind,
All I ever wanted,
All I ever needed,
Was to live undaunted,
And to have never bleeded,
But,
No matter what,
I try,
It's like I'd gladly die,
Send my soul on high,
To reach that calm lucid sky,
But, now the clouds roll in,
The darkness gathers round',
And I can not defend,
My soul from falling down,
Into the depths of hell,
Wherein a ghastly spell,
Reflects the wrong I've done,
It's like my anger has won,
And now I've just become,
A broken useless gun,
Unable, even to harm a putrid fly,
Disabled, fueling my growing inner will to die,
This fable,
Won't comply,
With my only will, to fly,
Into the calm lucid skies,
Wherein my happiness lies,
But the light, is just a false charade,
My hope and joy have left and made,
My putrid soul fade
Yet, only my hate remains...