🔵 By Patrick Strong. Photo by lauragrafie.
I flip through memories like pages of old texts of still born motives of things that life rejects;
every mask that I have worn fooled everyone that suspects,
except in those days when I start to reflect on things of days lost
trying to get words off of my chest;
feeling the chill in my heart as the pain starts to press;
living life like this gets harder to digest as my veins these pains I inject;
my life is filled with nothing but sorrow and regrets;
I gambled on life, I took a shot and lost all its bets;
behind all of the days that have past it still crept;
it devoured pieces of me like I owed it some debt;
this story runs deeper, I still do not know ones depth;
this paper, this pen, these words that have wept; staring into darkness that is deeper than death;
cursing my Lord wondering why I am not blessed; one wrong decision my life it has swept;
one wrong decision my heart she has kept; took all that I loved had me fighting for breath;
to my family and friends I finally confess; this is who I am fully undressed;
this is Patrick Strong, this is me nothing less.