Out And A Bout...Time Poem by James Darwin Smith II

The morose of my dignity, Resurfaces
As I lower my head in shame
Residuals of past recurring nightmares;
Return upon the coldness of the night

Silence, Not a single sound heard
Self-confined within this heart
Scared to escape this safe haven of obliviousness

Inside, the walls are getting smaller
Blood getting deeper
Drowning within these emotions
Asking these thoughts, what should I do?

Loneliness still exists, even when not alone
A stranger in a social setting
Yet, who is to blame? I know, it's me, myself and I

Past regrets, doing my best
Burying them six feet under
Confining them into a casket
Built by all of my unscrupulous fears

Clarity, coming slowly but surely

It is so hard to forget,
This past full of melancholy endeavours

As I once turned euphoric dreams,
Into dysphoric nightmares

But, again I have no one to blame but, me

Shame on me!
It's time to clear this mind
Fill this heart with hope and aspiration
As I stroll down a path of indifference
Smiling wide with my head held up high

All is fine!

The weight of self-regret, lightens
Feeling the winds of change blowing,
Pushing me towards a new frontier
A place where I shall bare all of my heart, mind and soul

I admit, I am not the loudest in life's line
I stand behind the whistlers, beggars and sheep
But all is fine,
Just as long as the truth keeps finding me

The best medication that I have found,
Is one that comes from the strength, the willpower
That all flows naturally amidst my own being
Beaming with great gratification
Shining upon these peeking portals of a journey anew

If I lived a lie
I would have never enjoyed the flaws, the beauty
Of all of the realism that I have had the honor of seeing yesterday

Tomorrow will have so much more meaning than today

This is a promise I have made to myself,
I strive to live life to the fullest
Beyond what I have ever lived before

Here is to, A brand new me
It's about, time