The sickness within

I travelled to the boundaries of forgetfulness; I thought I was lost

No one offered me forgiveness; was I deserving, haven’t I paid the cost

Not sure really

I gave it my all but no one believed me

I trod in the path of seemingly wise men

They fail me I fall again; so I resort to the pen

Somehow it becomes my only sincere friend; at times a lover too

I get anything I want and all my lies to reality becomes true

If it provides so much justice why am I still sick?

Not sure if my thermostats are working properly I need a temperature stick

Haven’t seen my lover since last year

Just a flicker faith towards that resides in me, and it makes me sick; my lost cheer

I try every avenue but my value to the market place is slim

Should I sell all my ideas or keep them within

Appealing to the enemy

But a friendly keeps hauling me in; fortunately

I guess I must suffer for a while in the aim to see heaven

Granted my eternal rest thank God I believed in

Lets us suffer till then… from now I embrace this sickness and pain

The end is near, ever since he left here

I will wait nevertheless killing time in this worthy chair.