Tag: poerty

Depression’s Bite

   Rolled Outta bed feeling a mess

   The coldness of depressions caress

Nothing’s changed I’m not sure why

I sit here and just want to cry

     I don’t get it I’m doing good

     Times like this wish I understood

         Such high highs

              Such low lows

           All I know is it fuckin blows

Not suicidal but wish I was dead

Their solution, “here take this med”

     Times like this I’m tired of it

     Always feeling like a peice of shit

           I won’t allow to be swept away

           On days like this that are so grey

In bondage from my past life’s shackles

All the while the devil cackles

    The fighter in me won’t let this be

    Desperately I search for good to see

My life has to be more than this

Daily rumination of the things I miss

         Forcing myself

            Possibilities could come

         My only job’s to do nothing dumb

Just focus on one foot then the other

Just focus on helping my sisters & brothers

Written by: Justin Ludwig

Revealings in the Dark

The dark path, penetrated by shafts of light cutting through the mist of the untold day.

The path though traveled often is unknown, for who knows what the familiar path holds until it is walked out in it’s entirety in the present. This reality pushes me forward; possibilities of refreshing, renewing and renovating waft in the crispness of the darkness like the aroma of pine on a mountainside, on the verge of overwhelming yet captivating.

In the silence my thoughts begin to flow. Like that of a babbling brook which seems to flow uphill…. am I seeking or am I fleeing? Does it matter? In this contemplation the tangible reality dissipates. The only illumination, hazy yellow markers cutting the darkness like that of a dull knife, still glowing from the fires embrace.

My eyes cannot help but be drawn off this path into the darkness, where the unknown spectrum lies. Blessings and monsters dot my horizon but remain unseen from this vantage.

The days is before me, what does it hold?

Written by: Justin Ludwig

01/07/2019

Birth Days

The brilliance

emerges over unfamiliar fields

Seemingly unmoving, it rises

It’s Beauty tainted

Always by the familiar

Ushering in the repetition

my heart Cries out

How do i know?

When each thought

every feeling

Overlapping in an instant

so fast…..

A blur of Hope, wrapped in frustration

i long for what waits

So wait,

Rising

rising, rising

All the while the melody flows

another and again

Searching for what’s already obtained

Still I sit

still yet frantic

Written by: Justin Ludwig