Venting In Subtle Inconclusive Immuring Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Feeling another
Impasse emotions
Only to invest in a heart
Feeling everything felt
At the expense of myself



So much pain
Sensitive motions
Upon each memory
The brink of withering wearing
Cold fact hardened
Into a stone form desolation



Shadows abound
Safety in seclusion
Never the best
Not close
Only can give what is within
Objects lacking
But sacred my soul enduring



Never needed any shame
Unprecedented upon nothing
Tired of the rat man games
Seeing the sleaze of others
Makes me sick



Watching an ignorant miser
Spending less on heart
And more on cheap desire
But hey that is just society



Never one to cater to my own ego
By saying the most cheapest of things
Sorry, it's how it is
Please forgive me for being real to myself
And those all around me



I hide myself away
Feeling another, hurts so badly
Fighting all of the pain
But how many times
Is it going to be only one way?



Even now I feel the pain of others
Even now I wish I could take it all away
Even now if it all came to me
Even now I am still lonely
So what does it all mean?



Will keep feeling other emotions
No matter if known or not
It's who I am
The concern will never die away



So much pain inside
Hidden in the depths of agony
Never have to be sung this way
Heroes cease to exist
When there is nothing else to say



Or is this all just another illusion?
Only time will ever know


Where do we go?
Where do I go from here?



Who really knows?


Venting in subtle inconclusive immuring