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Brent Franklin


Poems about pain and fighting against myself. Then rescued by Hopes voice.


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Hope?

Hope, it’s something I resuscitate daily.

At sunrise it’s easy to believe .....

Then as the sun sets, hope dies as I fall asleep.

I’ll never what ive always dreamed.

That picture perfect life is never what it seems.


To be the father that stood strong.

Raising children along with there mom.

happiness and smiles, all the way to graduation.

Now,I don’t speak to my kids, Im that did betrayed them.

Betrayed them with the force they needed from me.

The force to handle life’s struggles, and get them through seemingly....

Unharmed and happy, that duty was dropped.


I’m not making excuses,

The depression and anxiety either way, I lost!!!!

And to just see their faces, I would pay any cost.

Now looking back, at the pills I took.

To drowned out a world that doesn’t look.

As happy or as pure as I was when it began.

Now it’s dark and cold, and I’m the Monster

That thats paying for his sin......


I let what was not real, take what was realist to me.

I allowed fear to take away my family.........


All that’s left is this man, broke into

No pity party for me, I caused this mess!

"I'm sorry" doesn't have meaning if I'm not showing actions.

With tomorrows sun, my hope remains as I lay in my ashes.

Nov. 21, 2021, 1:31 a.m. 2 Report Embed Follow story
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Rebecca Wright Rebecca Wright
Beautiful.... Words help us heal and set our souls free...
2 weeks ago
Anisa Aroomugum Anisa Aroomugum
A very liberating read indeed, I feel the conviction, I feel the reality, I feel the emotion, I feel the disaster. Continue spilling these confessions and steadily shall your mind bask in liberation ...
September 28, 2021, 11:48
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