Nothing Will Come Poem by Sean Irvine

Porous times, I’ve crossed the boarder line.
As I lay here waiting
For something more to come
You can try to run from your fears
But it all comes back again
Do like I did
Just…
Let it go…
Don’t be scared.
Remember
Your life is yours
So…
Is my life mine?
As I look away starring into space.
I let the rush, my anger go.
I start to ponder
Deeply zoned toward life.
What is new will soon be old.
So…
Let it go…
And know that fear is a problem.
Problems can only be solved.
Let it go…
Memories…
As I look back at myself
Impure but feeling fine
A filter (me) I trap all these toxins inside.
Then…
I lock all my pain anger and sadness inside.
Am I ever happy?
To me happy is not a true word.
I feel better but still not good.
The only time I feel decent
Is when my anger pain and sadness fade…
It’s like a sour piece of candy.
It burns my tongue but sure makes life taste good.
Will I ever feel loved?
In autism I lost my state of mind.
The day the ample of amrita killed me.
Mind baffled.
Amend my heart.
It feels like rubbing sandpaper on your teeth.
Now, as I teeter back into reality.
I’m lying.
On my bed.
Writing with this pen in hopes to decipher the mind of the reader.
The priest handed down the amulet filled with poison.
Still I drank it all.
I’m still standing.
I scream.
I rebel.
I am your child.