Harbor the strain
Ignore the pain
days are swallowed
like kids slurping spaghetti.
Never ready, but attack
life like Jason with a machete.
Life and death is every day
like a criminal in a locked cage.
Need space, but want comfort.
Despise the race, why didn’t she abort?
Lack faith, and the fight been fought.
I am mentally a worn out,
for retaining everything I’ve been taught.
Forced myself to find a reason to be satisfied
like trying to make excuses for a sexless marriage.
Hide emotions and reasons
by running away like inexperienced men
making excuses for the lack of an erection.
I wish faith was a bottle of cialis
that I can devour once a day
to be excited for my future accomplishments.
My mind never sleeps, its been awake for 10767.5 days.
To be man enough to admit that you have a attraction
and to not act upon it is even harder.
What you are attracted to does not always benefit you.
A long walk will always provide an answer,
since air is an provider.
Silence is the answer, so have more faith
by listening to what flows between your ears.
A conscious is our father in shrunk size
drawing the blueprint to open the eye
to see the joy in life.