Something just doesn’t feel right,
Internal morality is the fight,
I feel like I’m holding on,
Fears of my possession being gone,
Those things I should set free,
When none of this was meant for me,
Feeling the shame of my insecurity,
Creating my own plan egotistically,
Being real with fear itself,
Not knowing the true definition of wealth,
Is it possible to understand love?
For myself this means God above,
Hoping for an optimistic visual,
Knowing of my dark side’s residual.
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Published by Daniel Feindt
Daniel Feindt currently lives in Bucks County PA, where he has written many poems and self-published various books... Currently Daniel also enjoys painting artwork with acrylics and works with web-design to share his work online... In 1999, Daniel was diagnosed with a mental illness, which has inspired him to learn how the mind works, as well as what it means to be human in this world... With the range of thoughts and emotions involved, he has aspired to present them in the best way possible for the reader...
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