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I never knew the things I say would end up touching you, reaching you,

comforting you, some how helping you.

I’m only one man trying to live my life true, trying to make it through, but there’s

only so much I can do.

I’ve been lost so many times but now I choose to get lost in rhymes, lose myself

inside my own mind, but I still tear myself apart with internal crimes.

Yea, I look at you and tell you I’m doing fine, but how could you not see it?

You must have been blind.

Or maybe it was the fact that I hid it so well, so now I write poems-each with a

story to tell. Leading you a little closer with each word I spell.

With each sentence I form and each verse I yell.

Hoping  that you’ll see all the pain inside of me, all of the hurt, torment and grief,

I’ve been praying for relief, trying to still believe,

But all I ever seem to get is people turning their back on me.

So I turned my back and got lost in writing, painting pictures with my words of

this battle I’ve been fighting. And in the process touching people even though I

wasn’t trying.

I no longer fear death because I’ve died once before, I lost track of who I was

and that person doesn’t exist no more. Now, you get me, and I’m better by far,

You don’t feel alone, like you’re an outcast no more, You just read my words

and know I’ve seen what you’ve saw.

I’ve stared into that blackhole of Life that you’re looking at now, and you see

that somehow I went around. That there is another path that some how I found,

You see that it is possible to be calm while your heart pounds. Concentrate on

you and forget those other sounds.

It’s a gateway to my soul and a portrait of my past, we may lose time but

memories forever last, and if somehow I’ve helped you by using this pen and pad,

Then even though I may live depressed I will not die sad.















Michael C. Lucas