🔵 By James Hampton. Photo by lauragrafie.
Like the hands of a life long farm worker my emotional being has been calloused
as the seconds pass the disappointment grows as high as redwoods
constantly let down by all that i embrace
cherished souls escape my inner circle, only memories remain
the shadows of support stain the walls of my consciousness
how i yearn for what was
learning to except what is feels like surrendering
but holding on to what was is a pain one in the same
my energies drained from the struggle
do i become hard as rock and content with loneliness
or leave my self vulnerable to unexecuted intentions, lies & broken promises
I wish the world cared…