Lost
By Austin Myers
Sometimes I feel lost, when no one is around
My old life now so distant, with memories abound.
Many years have passed, and lives have moved on
I’ve been largely forgotten in the time that I’ve been gone.
I try to find purpose, and keep my thoughts in order;
My mind is not contained by the cold prison border.
My soul is free but lonely, in my isolation
My body just survives, in a place with no sensation.
Sometimes people reach out; they usually disappear.
Sometimes I seek help, but find that no one wants to hear.
The people I still know, are few and far between;
What moments I have with them, of everything I glean.
It’s hard to find direction without opportunity;
I can’t get education without paying hefty fees.
I can’t get books or newspapers, no more magazines,
I can’t afford postage either here or overseas.
Detached from the world as it keeps moving forward,
I hardly know to what I keep moving toward.
So focused on my goal: that freedom I must gain;
I hope my one track mind, will not become my bane.
Locked in a cell, empty are the days
Without a sense of purpose, it all becomes a haze.
Hatred many turn to, a path that I don’t choose,
As hope for the future means I still have much to lose.
For what little I can have, it takes money to get by.
With no way to earn a living, there’s no way I can try
To help myself directly, all I can do is pray
For help from friends and strangers, so I can make my way.
I contemplate life’s meaning, I try to do my best,
I exercise, I meditate, I try to get some rest.
Can anybody hear me, who feels their life’s been tossed?
I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels a little lost.
Set Me Free
By Austin Myers
Free my body, free my mind,
Free my soul so I can find
The path before me, so I can see
What else is intended for me.
Let me go, stop holding on
Release me now before my will is gone.
A long fight it’s been, exhausting at best,
So set me free, just let me rest.
An endless battle, it doesn’t make sense;
A prolonged war, always intense.
No one wins, nothing ends,
Just constant destruction as the State pretends.
So much loss, but little gain
Not much joy, but lots of pain.
That’s life when you’re trapped in here,
Away from all you want to be near.
I’m ready to go, so open the door
Why should I be made to wait any more?
Pointless delays won’t stop the inevitable,
Excuses are starting to sound incredible.
I must be freed, this much is known;
For another’s sins I will not atone.
I never will hold with any such notion,
When with truth and facts I file my motions.
I’m ready to walk the world again
Don’t stop me- let your will unbend!
I’ve got things to do, and places to be,
So unlock that gate, and let me be me.
Somebody hear me and do what is right,
Help me in my unfortunate plight!
I must be set free, and I won’t look back
For focused I’ll be, getting life on track.
The Dark Times
By Austin Myers
When darkness falls upon the land,
And fading light is short at hand,
The Wheel- it turns, the Veil- it thins!
We’re entering Dark times again.
We clean our things, we cleanse our homes,
We harvest crops, strip meat from bone,
Preparing for the dark and cold,
Like our ancestors of old.
The dead we honor, day and night,
We tell them ’bout our every plight.
We make our offerings, burn incense
And make affections feel intense.
Our old traditions still ring true,
We pass them down, lest time undo
The wisdom of the countless ages,
Turning common folk to sages.
Armed with smoke and sacred knife,
Knowledge, power, and full of life
We cast out beings uninvited-
Families saved will be delighted.
Altars honor our fallen friends,
Family, heroes who met their ends
In this world, but not the next
So in the Dark times we connect.
Watching loved ones still in life
Sometimes suffering, facing strife
Those on the other side see much-
They whisper, sometimes give a nudge.
So don’t forget the days of old;
The Dark times still return and hold
A special place within our lives,
Just as in the Ancient times.
Is this all that I am? Or, The Ramblings of a Forgotten Soul
By Austin Myers
To most, I feel that I am but a memory.
A distant memory, a forgotten memory, a lost memory.
Is this all that I am? Is that all that’s left, what was left behind?
Just an image of a child, a teenager? A struggling kid?
A lost soul? What once was, but was lost?
Forgotten potential, life cut short? As if all stopped at that point?
All of you, frozen in my memories, have grown and evolved,
lived and moved on.
Your lives are not the same, you are not the same.
The you I knew is no more.
Do you know that I’ve done the same?
Do you know what has become of me?
Do you wonder? Do you care? Do you think of me at all?
Does anyone remember me at all?
I don’t know you anymore, and you don’t know me.
My core is the same, but I’m so much more now.
I’ve suffered so much, but my soul has not been twisted into darkness. I’ve persevered, I’ve kept going, I’ve never stopped, and never given up.
Did you? Have you given up on me? Was it long ago?
Do you pretend otherwise? Or have you moved so far ahead that you can’t look back that far?
Do I exist? Do I matter at all? Am I nothing?
I’m still here. I think of you, I wonder, I imagine, I care about you.
I have reflected upon everyone and everything many times over.
Every interaction, every conversation.
I have relived this life again and again in my mind.
I’ve gone over everything, picked apart every meaning of every moment.
Maybe I helped you. Maybe you helped me.
Maybe I needed you. Maybe you needed me.
A distant tragedy, long forgotten. Is that all I am?
An ancient talent that once was? Cut off from existence?
I am not dead. I am still here. I constantly grow.
I relentlessly fight on. I live on hope. To some, I even inspire hope. I spread hope.
Come back! See me now! Know me now!
My soul cries out, my spirit calls to you! I am not done!
I haven’t finished yet! I haven’t even begun!
For years I cried “help me!”; now let me help you!
Unheard and forgotten, I gained perspective!
So much I now understand! Let me share what I have found!
Let me teach what I now know!
The end has not come, but a new beginning!
Darkness
By Austin Myers
Loneliness imprisons me
Through the dark it’s hard to see
The answer to my open plea
When will I again be free?
Ever since my life was taken,
Always have I felt forsaken.
Ever since that Winter da y,
I’ve covered debt not mine to pay.
I cannot sleep, I cannot breathe
I can eat, I cannot leave
A single light found out of place
A candle lost in outer space.
I’m trapped here where I don’t belong,
The self suppressed for far too long.
The voice within, it wants to shout!
Now written words come pouring out.
Self-expression is the key.
Though what comes out is misery.
I hold onto my dignity.
And m y natural right to be.
Sometimes hope cannot be seen.
Blocked by shadow, the unclean
Things that love to thrive on hate,
So hope then one must recreate.
We cannot let the shadow rule,
Be implements, or evil tools.
We must resist, lest we be fools,
And give the dark it’s crowning jewel.
That’s why, although I’m traumatized,
I still push through and visualize
A hope within, and watch it grow,
A seed I know that I must sow.
Within, where darkness cannot shroud,
Or hide the hope behind a cloud.
The place where only I control,
As darkness cannot conquer soul.
With hope alive, I carry on.
That doesn’t mean the Shadow’s gone,
But rather that I choose to try
As to give in would be to die.
Can I?
By Austin Myers
In desperate times, when need arise
Can I help others realize
The folly of their judgements and
Assumptions often based on lies?
In desperate times, when need is great
Can I succeed and conquer hate
From fellow man, woman and child
Or am I already too late?
Should I give up on people now?
Society could show me how;
Seeing how it turned on me,
Without a second thought endowed.
No, I won’t go down that path,
Where people love to share the wrath
Of ignorance and brash display,
Because they cannot do the math.
Can I, within, gather the power
Needed to carry the hour?
So I can change some hearts and minds
And help give love a chance to flower?
Can I, within, muster the strength
To persevere through each days length?
So I can try, while I draw breath,
To spread the truth so they can think?
The questions aren’t what I should do,
But rather how, and when I’m through
What impact will I have had,
And were those that I reached too few?
I won’t dwell deep on any doubt;
It’s useless going down that route.
These things I can do, and I must,
For this world cannot go without!
Simple Things
By Austin Myers
Sometimes the things I miss in life
Are really simple things.
The sounds from children riding bikes,
The fluttering of wings.
Things often forgotten by
Most people every day,
Overlooked in times of peace,
When everything’s okay.
One cannot understand, I think
Unless their lives are on the brink,
They’ve lost what things they ever owned,
And all else that they’ve ever known.
I think back and remember when
I walked among the trees.
I used to do so often to
Escape society.
I found that I needed a break,
From stress of daily life;
I felt it fraught with struggles,
Obstacles and strife.
If I had known what life could be,
Filled with so much misery,
I know I would have clung onto
The simple things like I now do.
As I recall, before the fall
I felt I was behind.
Short of expectations,
I sought only to climb
The rungs were greased, the ladder straight
Up and down it seemed
Unprepared, so unfair,
The whole world against me
It felt like all my plans were thwarted,
Now did I feel supported
Disadvantaged from the start,
But rising up was in my heart!
As I reflect, I do detect
In distant memories.
The sunlight on my skin, and
the wind blowing through leaves.
The smell of fresh cut grass
The sounds of rolling streams
Now are only found,
in my scattered dreams.
I feel that one just cannot know,
How precious are the things that go
On around them every day,
Unless those things life takes away
I try to tell folks, try to share
A glimpse of my own view,
That simple things within their lives
Should be given their due.
The sights and smells of everyday
The sounds that their world makes,
I wish they could appreciate
These things for their own sakes.
I wish that I could share perspective
Learned by others, but elective
Rather than by loss and force,
To which they may have no recourse.
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