A man yells at a woman
While a boy watches
His language is ******
and simple, out of anger

He doesn't have the words
But he tries his best to apologize
She doesn't care, or understand
They're so different

Takes off his shoes and suit
While she finishes dinner
Neither knowing the other's struggles
A question of empathy

A boy does not recognize the problem
Still clinging to youth
He sees his parents in one way
They are his guides to the unfamiliar

He's been learning all the while
Though not realizing what happened
He saw the actions and heard the words
While the mirrors inside his head replicate

A boy grows up now escaping youth
He sees the world much like he did as a boy
Yet he learned from the best
The good and the bad, he got it all

Nature and nurture, a simple debate?
While the feelings inside scream
Trying to be heard amongst the pain
He wants to be different.

Three crayons laid out
With no one in sight
Last time it was different
We had more at stake

There was more to this house
Something worth fighting for
There was more to me
Something worth living for

The day we came home
From the hospital cold
Inviting in our new guests
To share what we had

Tightly gripping the
back of my neck
like some barbed vine
******* the life from
my every thought
and action

Doubtful ideas pulsate
through my head like
the worries of a
midlife crisis
I should really
be getting to bed

We all seem to think that
                                      No one cares
But in reality there might be
a whole team of supporters
just waiting in our corner
but we
                                       Can't seem to see it
when our heads are clouded
by the
                                       Smog of tomorrow
and then we
                                       Lash out in disbelief
thinking that someone cares
is harder than it seems
but once it happens
bliss.

A deep inhale
is all it takes
to feel the breath
of that which bakes .

The white widow climbs
towards the crisp summit
                 Where the purple haze
                 Seeps off from the
                                   Northern lights which
                                   Shine bright up above
                                                   The many blue dreams
                                                   Of unhappy people.

She danced beside the fire
While he watched her from his position
The floor glowing like hot coals
And resonating in their glistering eyes

To make amends for her misfortune
He showered he with many pleasures
But the girl did not once hesitate
For she desired a luxurious life

As the embers turned to ash
With the ghostly crescent set in sky
The nightlife emerged from their rest
And danced to the sight of the moon