GRIEF Poem: MY MIND, by Sam Daniel Bacolod

My mind continues to suffer
From storms I failed to conquer
Nights become a time of scheming
For plotting the destruction of my own dreaming.

I mourn at my own grave
Weeping for the body of the slave
Whose thoughts denied his fate
Then choose to end what is great.

My mind continues to rush time
Losing track of my own prime
Then proceeds to outrun his fears
Of failures he constantly hears.

I run so rough
Like a child who can’t get enough
Of joy he thought was for lifetime
But only lasts for a moment in time.

My mind continues to escape the inescapable
Reality which I thought was imaginable
Turns out to be a battle
Of what is possible and impossible.

I felt more contradictory of dead
In places I created in my head
But truth has it’s own way to punish a man
That leaves him weeping from his own gun.

My mind continues to make everything numb
In feelings of death I succumb
To resist the bitter taste of reality
Burying the wounds of agony.

I refrain to endure
This pain that never fails to reassure
My human nature
Comes along with struggles I need to cure.

My mind continues to long for silence
Of this world that is so intense
But I constantly feel this void
In quiet times I can’t avoid.

I can’t wrap my head over this notion
When both creates commotion
Having one of the other
Means longing for the latter.

My mind continues to fear change
Extending to different range
When familiarity fails to meet
My spirit startled from the foreign beat.

I travel so often
To the days when the world is open
For my innocent problem
And laughter was my emblem.

Everything feels crumbling
Every second is rushing
While outrunning
I think I’m losing.

Up to these days
It’s still a puzzle I embrace
Figuring if I am blind
Or if it’s only in my mind