The Contract Poem by Joshua Hillard

The Contract



Could you be a man like me?
So heart-broken; swallowed fear,
Could you open up at any moment?
Given moment to shed a tear?

Can you fight the words you dread to hear?
Stop them before they open up?
A fissure forming beneath your feet,
Thinking you was strong, but it isn't enough?

So many negatives in a stated mind,
No alternative interruptions to send you ease,
A biased feeling of this and that,
No concoction of remedies to form your leave,

No absence of mine shall fill any hole,
Of a whole, we know, there's nothing of me left,
Crucified and characterized of many infections,
Drugs, alcohol, but what do you got next?

Words of reflection?
Because yes I will accept,
This pain through this vein,
Only flows through the words you reject,

A bit tongue saves a heart,
But can create a demon,
When mine are to be released,
Why is it you that always leaves me,

An angel in perception,
Through the visions of these dreams,
To wake up to hell,
To pop a pill, is all it seems,

I cure these needs, but not the truth,
Here I am suffering through my days,
Crazy to think only the cure to this,
Words of wisdom through a mouth that strays,

So far away, please stop, come back,
I cannot face this demon alone,
So bitter words leaving tears on the verge,
Because the verge has faded through days I prolong,

How many sentences, statements, and saying,
Must once prove to another who they become,
Who they became in a tense you believe for now,
Because for now the heart ache, has found a new home,

Inside this demon, the home it accepts,
Never to leave until it is done what its' meant,
There's no more walls, no more towers,
Just you and I and what I lent,

Some gifts given, a return as a loan,
To one day reach back to its rightful owner,
If I was to know a contract was written,
Maybe I wouldn't be labeled as the pilled-out stoner...

Growing up I realized I never was one to rent,
Wasted money, wasted time, on what I cannot build,
Here I am too this day, paying my very debt,
Thanksgiving's tomorrow, a new contract I have filled,

Where it leads now, it'll never cross my mind,
Once again I forgot every Demon has fine print,
But that's okay because I learned to accept,
A lesson now is a lesson learned, for all the years I've spent! ! !

Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sad
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