Vivid images

I write lines
With unprepared speech
Siting on the ground
Can't stand on my feet
Knees too weak
Hearts asleep

Vivid images of happiness
Thoughts in my conscience blackened it
When the road to redemption is positive
I sit in a room of emptiness

Swimming the ocean far to deep
The monsters inside me fall asleep  when my mind is too rest
And heart at peace
I pray the lord my soul to keep

But for now I live a lonely life
A life of straggle
A life of fight
But even warriors loose there might

When the roads too rough
Jungle too strong
U sometimes risk a
Leg or an Arm

I sit on the floor and write this poem
My heart it troubled
My heart of Gold

I don't ask u to lend a ear
I wrote for those who want to hear