Something you deal with
in your own way,
in your own time as a human.
Some choose the bottle, the pill
the needle for the end,
some choose cold blue steel, the taste of iron.
The strain of stress can kill the soul,
leaving you hopeless,
floating alone in the ocean of human despair.
Yet faith in God and yourself
can prevail if you believe,
to end it all is a waste of human life.
Hold out your hand, breathe in and out,
look into the eyes of an angel
to find solace in your desperate humanity.
Timothy Michel DiVito c2021
I have been writing poetry for 44 years. I began writing poetry when I was 15 years old and to this date I have written over 16,000 poems. I have had poems published in The San Fernando Journal, The Rag Mag, WYRD, The Cultural Reverence(e-magazine) and in Kiiroo(e-magazine), Mobius and the World Peace Anthology. I have over 1000 poems published in all. I also have a poetry page on Wix.com entitled anemotionaljourney.com. I also have written a Science Fiction/Fantasy novel entitled "The Blue Sphere" and I am currently working on two other books at the present time. One is entitled "The Angel and the Witches and the other is "Once Upon A Halloween"
View more posts