Why

Once again I find myself
Placed on this blank page
With my thoughts reeling
Emotions feeling

My thoughts run
But run with no meaning
They run from the reality
From what is to what should be

My emotions drive me
They push me, pull me
I want to abandon them
On this road called Life

When I feel overcome
When I can't hold on by myself
I stretch my hand to you
Take my hand in yours, Poetry

You are where I can speak and feel
Never can I do this in public
And never shall you abandon me
I trust in you, sweet poetry

The beauty of emotions
Is frightening and captivating
And is displayed in you
As close to words as possible

And so I turn to you
My poetry
To show what I feel
To tell of my ordeal

I have been so lonely
No one has been near
And those who have don’t see
They don’t hear

My struggle, my plight
This mystery that landed by chance
Bombing my heart into pieces
Hear of my fight

This journey of Life
So fluctuous
Ups and downs, highs and lows
Seems more like a roller coaster

Never at a steady pace
Never in a sure way
Never with the best intention
And it always hurts me

Stop this thing
I want to get off
And go home again
I can't take the speed it's moving in

Some one please
Speak to me
Take me out of this trance
Off of this ride

Take me away
Bring me to fantasy
To a place only angels know
Where sorrow dies and love grows

To a light-stricken place
I shall steal away to
Leave back my insecurities
Desert my past

Free myself of this reality
Break free from these chains
Forget the ways of behind
And look only ahead

So stop this ride
Take me off and bring me home again
To where hate withers
And I can feel freely

Where I am not restricted
And humanity does not discriminate
Bring me to that sacred place
Bring me Home

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This poem was made during my little mini-depression, in which I cried hysterically for no reason while listening to John Mayer's "Stop This Train" mostly. This poem was influenced by another poem I found on the internet. I was searching for something to cry about, and boy did I find it. It had three parts and this poem was, on paper, originally made in three parts. To date, (july 18th) it is the longest poem I made.