Why Do I Struggle

“Why Do I Struggle”

  

I don’t know where to turn,

I don’t know where to go.

Trust what I feel?

Follow what I know?

  

Random events,

Contort what we see.

It impacts,

What we will be.

Am I above or below?

Am I more or less?

Is there any way I could pass,

This test?

  

The edges of reality pour in.

The facts are clear.

Why do I struggle,

With you so near?

Dg

Unbreakable0121

Danny Gunter

12-24-2013

I Survived

“I Survived”

I am haunted,

Not driven.

How do you put into scope,

A simple act of living.

  

Nearly forty four years,

And I still wonder,

Lost in to many thoughts,

A soul should ponder.

It should not be so specific.

It should not be so contrived.

After all beyond the wreckage and smoke,

I survived.

Danny Gunter

Dg

Unbreakable0121@gmal.com

12-14-2013

broken

“broken”

I know that I am worthless,

From what has been done and spoken.

I know I lack the courage,

Too rise from broken.

   

There are few words,

That I could choose.

I can’t cry victim,

With so many used.

  

Still I can’t find tears.

I can’t even cry.

After all this time,

My eyes have run dry.

   

I know that I am tired,

Of what has been done and spoken.

After all of this I lack the courage,

Too rise from broken.

   

Dg

Danny Gunter

2-9-2013

It Seems

 

“It Seems”

  

I viewed a show today,

About a sniper.

A life whisked away,

Like water and a wiper.

  

Not a life,

I would have chosen.

It seems,

A fate different woven.

I viewed a show today,

About a sniper.

A life whisked away,

Like water and a wiper.

Dg

Danny Gunter

1-30-2013

Ashes Consume

“Ashes Consume” 

  

 Not sure how to look up,

At the barrels bottom.

Maybe there’s an answer,

I can’t fathom.

Tomorrow is void,

Hope is empty,

With no coming resurrection,

Of me.

  

Maybe I’ve run out,

Of imagination.

Perhaps I’ve fallen,

To degradation.

  

I don’t dream,

Anymore.

Ashes consume,

All before.

  

Dg

Danny Gunter

12/29/2012

The Test

The Test

Seven years, does that make it a sketch,

A photo or a statue?

I am still soul searching,

After you.

We cling to what we believe,

In our belief sometimes,

There is simply no way,

To retrieve.

There is no balance,

Of the right and the wrong.

And just sometimes it leaves us,

With no place to belong.

I am so tired,

Ready to rest.

Have I not answered all the questions,

Of the test?

 Dg

Danny Gunter

11/26/2012

What Do You Choose?

"What Do You Choose?"

The dealer’s on his side.

You on yours.

Down to your last dollar.

What do you choose?

When I say last.

I mean very last.

The other dollars gambled away,

In a darkened past.

This last dollar,

It’s enough to get you by.

Then again.

There are a lot of memories stuck to it,

That still make you cry.

Do you throw it on the table?

Just let it go?

But it’s your very last dollar.

Somehow you just know.

The dealer’s on his side.

You on yours.

Down to your last dollar.

What do you choose?

Dg

Danny Gunter

07/16/2006