I have recently been informed that I should start a manuscript. This is something I have half-heartedly been working on since I have been about 21 and I'm 36 now. It has been important to me just that mental though, "maybe I'm wasting my time" or something like that is in my head. Well, has been in my head. I'm finally getting one together and I will be using a lot of the work/s from my Hub Pages profile.
What I'm asking is:
Can some of the writers/poets/aspiring/Authors give me a chance and read some of my poetry/poems and give me good honest positive feedback and criticism. Please? In return I too will surf over to your profile and do the same. I want to be discovered, I no longer want this just to be a "hobbie," I want my work out there even if I make zero dollars. I'm humble... I have had a lot of life experiences and I want to settle down and explore the more positive things in life and do something I greatly, dearly enjoy.
For those that help me thank you so much and for those browsing by thank you as well.
Here is a sample to get an idea of what I'm working with:
I've stood here too just like you
Belonging to a circle of misfits
They no longer needs to be seen
So believe here is where I dream
Lost among 1 billion thoughts
Not able to collect even one
I've begun to perceive
Nothing makes since
Sitting behind this window
It's misty, tears are there
You cannot see them at all
I muster up the pain
Losing track of what time even is
All that has been missed
Behind these bars and this brick
The memory it makes me sick
Thinking of all that will never be recovered
A true measurement of resentment
Balled up as to be able to forget this
That could never happen
Sitting on a bed so long I had bed sores
Singing inside my head misery lingered
I poked my finger at so many men
It broke me all over again
I've not seen the moon for so many nights
Lost track of what was real or not
I pose a threat even to myself
So many victims they can't be counted
I pray today because of my brutal sins
Will not give in to that type of lifestyle again
I was contained and forgotten
Tossed to the side
I could not hide
The ugliness of my tortured face
Today I sit in the light
Afraid of the dark and what creatures bring
Smiling but that's fake
Cause my head is scattered and grey
Only difference is today
I'm not encaged with rage
Inside a dark moldy cage...
I'm home now
Surrounded by shattered confusion
© 2018 Dom Shadows
