VIII, Graveyard – Author Isaiah Barber

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VIII, Graveyard

 

 

As my heart beats, there is a hole inside my chest.  It’s an empty feeling and I don’t know what to do to feel whole again.  It’s bleeding out with my life fading away into the sands of time.  Is this why I was born, to find myself in the middle of the storm?  I see myself standing in a graveyard and everywhere I turn, there is a tombstone with my name.  I hear the thunder and see the lightning.  The night grows cold as rain fall from the sky down upon the earth below, tis a sad night to be had.  Within this graveyard, my fear becomes realized and there is little I could do except search for the meaning.

As I mentioned, I saw my name wherever I went within this graveyard and there were several graves.  Something however, was different about the tombstones.  Below my name on one was hope, on another said dream and another said faith.  I could make a list but it matters not.  I imagine that all of this speaks of my past, present and possibly the future.  What am I supposed to think or feel?  What could I do if I could do anything?  Perhaps it is but a thought null and void.  What about the list?  What about my name?  What about the graves?

 

I couldn’t cope

Where is my hope

My dream is gone

All I did was yawn

 

Faith in the God of heaven

Was shaken, then broken

My love for a dove

There was no more love

 

Passion for compassion

Stripped from my heart

It was torn apart

Right from the start

 

Life put to death

Where is my breath

My own demise

I cannot rise

 

My own eyes

It all dies

Can I stand

A hand

 

Is there anything pure

Is there a cure

My sanctuary

Gone from me

 

I cannot see

Anything for me

Could it be

Serenity gone from me

 

Can’t see the light

Can’t fight

Hold on tight

No might

Down on my knees

Praying God won’t you please

Put my mind at ease

 

My name is Isaiah Barber

I’m trapped in the stormy weather

I am unable to leave

It’s time for me to believe

 

To believe in me

 

© Isaiah Barber

Excerpt from the book “Path To Serenity”


Path To Serenity About the Author

Writing came about for me, in my life, when I was 16 years of age.  Before that however, more to my story is needed.  My mother left my father when I was 3.  Most children develop an emotional attachment to the mother, but I was the opposite.  I became a destructive child as a result.  When I was 9, my mother decided to take me to Oregon from Washington but it didn’t end there.  After a year she took me to Kansas, away from family and my father.  To be brief with this portion of my story, I went from destructive to complete and utter depression and despair.

For whatever reason, I picked up a pen and wrote on a blank sheet of paper.  I didn’t write diligently but I did ever so often, I just wanted to know who this God is. My mind was still fractured and damaged from the road bestowed upon me and when I was 18, I dropped out of high school for my misery and depression was too great for me to handle school.  My life thereafter was not joyous or happy.  I continued down a lonely road with no friends or anyone to truly call family.  My pain and sorrow was great indeed.   I turned to the pen and wrote what I could see as my heart coming together.  I recorded my life through poetry and it was my therapy.  The feeling of healing was within what I wrote and I found purpose.  Thus, God and poetry has been my journey, a road to complete serenity for all eternity.

 Visit Isaiah’s Author Page At: www.ctupublishinggroup.com/isaiah-barber.html

 

 

 



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