Motivation evaporated
Like morning dew
Under the desert sun
I was given hope
False hope?
For brighter future
Hope does not drive
To progress
I must be mad
Pissed off
Vengeful
A range of emotions
That had left
My soul
For now
– James Dubeau
Tag: Poetry (Page 9 of 15)
There is something
Just out of reach
Always has been
Always will be
Nothing can be done
Except to sit
Stare out the window
Gray and white
Cold void
Encompasses me
My body
My mind
Self sabotaging?
Maybe
Or maybe
Just selective
Too selective
To ever find
What is out there
Just out of reach
– James Dubeau
Slept well last night
First time in weeks
That which had caused
Stress
Anxiety
Misery
Had come to an end
It was a sudden end
But not unexpected
Emotions had been caused
In those darkened days
By succumbing to simple
Thoughts
Feelings
Emotions
The removal of the cause
Coupled with acceptance
Returned sanity and sleep
– James Dubeau
The older I get
The more I fall into
My particular brand
Of insanities
Insecurities a plenty
Second guessing
Every move
Every action
Every everything
That happens to me
Around me
Unsure
On how the world
Truly operates
Questioning
If I know what’s going on
If I actually know
Or am I misreading
Not understanding
Everything
Around me
Letting clouded perceptions
Slowly lose grip
On what
Remains
Of my
Sanity
– James Dubeau
Made it out for a run
In the pre-dawn dark
Clad in gloves and tights
Reclaiming my warmth
Fogged breath escaped my lips
The sun rose around me
Illuminating the sky
With brilliant hues
While I kept running
Step
After
Step
Slowly increasing pace
Footfalls in time
With thumping music
In my ears
Faster
Faster
Faster
Running for life
Running to live
Bright beautiful day
For once
Is ahead
Of
Me
– James Dubeau