I Belong... Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Protrusions disillusioned
Dreams and everything
What is the purpose of it all?
When there is no way to ascend
But to fall in love with a façade
With nothing but a dissolving guise
A derelict fallowing, phantom wherewithal


A modest attempt
Untouched
Collecting dust
Muted reactions
Breakable adaptions
Going to the conclusion
Of there not being any care at all



Do swans really sing?
Maybe to the key of a D
Minor threats
On the wavelength of a dirge
Playing to coffin surrounding the heart
Fighting for the nails to not go in
The wooden resting place of hope
Never giving up the ghost
That will haunt
A darkened thought's decision
From forever to the beyond


The sands
Will never be the bidding
Of my own time
As Death is too blind
And cannot see
So destiny itself
Is able to bide its time
Against all self-fallacy



Fate it keeps staring
With its big black eyes
Pale in the face
Marauder of time
Terrestrial or astral
It all becomes
A sweet sense of release


All becomes a contraction
Of impervious thoughts
Processing to the light
Towards the dark
But to know peace
Is to believe
In the self-embitterment
Of what is personally believed



To love the positive
Is to the know the negative
Who am i?
But a troubled soul
Doing his best
To become the best
He could ever be


I traveled places
Many will never know
But I do
And it has made me
Wiser in my own destiny


But I still have much to learn
Even if all alone


The stars are mine
These words they shine
With or without
The blessing of anyone
As lonely as things can be


I do my best
And that takes the best out of me
In me, make your call



I belong…