JACK'S BLOG

rain falls from the blackness in the sky, the water soaks the earth. here we stay a float, but slowly we are drowning. the mud grabs us by the ankles, pulling us into the ground. everyday is a struggle to move. With all of these days, we carry out this weight, walking closer to the pavement. we tippy toe across the marsh, crashing faster each time. crushed to our knees, our hearts slow to a beat. we question our strength, savoring every last drop, like the very last scotch. and at the end of the day, when the moon covers the view. your soft hand pressures, then squeeze’s these muscles and slowly cracks the bones, you push down upon me, I pray you don’t break me. With all the pain and agony, we continue to push forward, but we question our lives, always struggling to stand up straight. fearing our inevitable fate. carrying this horrible weight. Note; In all honesty this is about the world and the struggle to live, have faith in God, but the weight some t...

Let me crawl to the very end, because this is already over. We fight like dogs, the savage warriors, the hopeless murderers, Killing all the ones that are wrong. so we pray for humility, but we face mediocrity. Always falling short of his glory. I feel stupid and worthless, so here are my fists bloodier then yours, and here is my heart slowly decaying. I am not a saint nor a superhero, I am not made of steel, I don't wear an "S" on my chest, and I am not bullet proof. I am a loser. We lose that is what we do best, Crying our eyes out, Screaming at the ceiling, We fail because we were lied to. We struggle because we were abused, We allow him to build us up, but you always tears us apart. you crush this ever breaking heart. Won't you load up on guns, and take me for what I am worth, because I am not your sure bet, I won't carry you to safety. I am not your saving grace, I am not made of steel, I don't wear an "S" on my c...