by Ryan Barry
Sometimes I miss my many minutes of fame Followed by my hours of unfelt shame When my mind would be numb to the surrounding world’s games Games on love, games on money and games on success Games of anxiety and games on depression, But when during these times I felt no stress. My body of calmness without motion Concentrating on the soothing noise of soft silence I did Like those of the waves of the ocean Which is Crashing in softly and pulling away again Beating like my slow beating heart within When the only feeling I felt through my veins Was that of a feeling which had no pain When my body was flushed with temperatures both of warm and hot But when sometimes it was always in my body I was not When pupils became the size of ending marks to a small print sentence And all that could be described was a pure relaxing essence My senses would heighten then quickly fade away It is often Oh how I miss What I know now As my many minutes of shame