Treasure Island

Lawerence Mize, Sr.

(October 29,1949 / Baltimore, Maryland)

Regrets


Born in a place
that no longer exists.
Life's been a blur,
a long lonely trip.
Years flew by.
Approaching the end.
Looking back
on where I've been.
Carried my heart
heavy in my chest.
Often weighed me down.
Made me want to rest.
Felt the pain
to my very core.
Held onto the love.
Always wanted more.
To many times
I lost my way.
With people...friends
who shared my days.
In and out
like a revolving door.
Regretted their leaving.
Needed more.
Fought to fight
demons in my brain.
The paranoid anxiety
that built up again and again.
So now I wait
for the darkness to fall.
My beating heart stopped
will tell me that's all.

Submitted: Monday, November 04, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, November 05, 2013

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  • Lynda Bryan (11/9/2013 7:47:00 PM)

    Unbelivable, I read a lot of poems and this one has made it to favourite!
    I can relate to this, and having do much life to live it will sadden me to continue this road alone.
    Inspiration! (Report) Reply

  • Smoky Hoss (11/9/2013 2:05:00 PM)

    You write with a powerful pathos, and an open heart. And it makes for some very fine poems. There's a deep spirituality in your words. (Report) Reply

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