Poetry by Len Byrd

Lost

Unfortunately life is here, whether you or I accept it or not.  It will continue regardless of our self-acceptance. 

So many lost souls, unhappy. You know who you are, they can be seen in the shadows. I myself have seen many when I am in the pit. Only those know where the pit is for it is dark and so deep down it is unforgiving to the soul.

Some attempt to take your power away for they feel empty and powerless in their mind. The struggle is real, the pain is real, and the sadness is real that it can not be broken off in the mind.

Accepting what was, what is can not seem to open their eyes to the endless rays of sunshine that come.

Disappear

Sometimes I feel sick in the head and want to cry. 

But realize it won’t make a difference. Its like being seen, but never heard. 

I want to cry out my frustrations till I feel no more.

I want to scream and tell everyone to just get lost and out of my face!

Let me be! Leave me alone! Let me be!

Just ge away! Get out of my face!Let me be!

I am sick of being something I am not, nor will I. 

Sometimes I want to disappear, but then people say I am selfish.Mayve I am.

I wish I could disappear in order to find myself!