Deacon Songs's blog: "another poem"

I wish that i could stop looking behind me

I always feel like my past is right beside me

But nobody know what the future holds

I try to look ahead but i just cant see past my own nose

I tend to feel the scars deep in my soul

And it renders me incapable of growth

Somehow, someway, I need to let it go

these bags are heavy and they make me slow

some days i feel like they dont even exist 

I guess thats why my hands are closed fists

Maybe i should open my heart and not my mouth

My eyes wide shut as I try to look about

these fears burn inside of me and scream my name

So much more I try to be, only myself to blame

when i fail to find peace with in

but where do I begin

I am only flesh and blood