Hello poetry really should implement an App?!?

Around this time of night some anxious depths hovers over my heart
sprinkled with a hint of resentment
All I asked of you along with your hand
was to not work late shifts
I hide behind traditional value to shy away from the truth
That the pain and worry rise after the sun sets and
my commitment to this marriage leaves me vulnerable in the solitude
always kept by being an honest man
I no longer desire to fill these discomforts with party nights and forgotten names, though I'm searching for someway to displace this carving void
Does this make me broken?
A vulnerable man searching for peace when all is dark and his wife is tending a bar
Serving other broken men who fill there void with liquor and just so happen to be in the comfort of the only woman who can fill mine
The irony just completed its first lap and the lead driver is going in reverse, expecting to crash.

Aspen Tree, your leaves glance white into the dark.
My mother's hair was never white.

Dandelion, so green is the Ukraine.
My yellow-haired mother did not come home.

Rain cloud, above the well do you hover?
My quiet mother weeps for everyone.

Round star, you wind the golden loop.
My mother's heart was ripped by lead.

Oaken door, who lifted you off your hinges?
My gentle mother cannot return.

It started with a single voice
Telling him to jump off the roof
Now, his head is full of voices
and as far as I know, they are all cruel

It started with a single voice
Now, one of them has replicated me
Convincing him that I have wronged him
Giving no power to my actual voice

It started with a single voice
Now, he believes everyone attempts to **** him
That the world is conspiring against him
That his thoughts have the power to take lives

It started with a single voice
Now, he sleeps in a locked monitored room
Drugged up with anti psychotics
Angry and confused

The primitive violence engraved in wild animals, having to ****** daily to survive, downplays all that haunts us, people.
Does a fox lose it mate and not question where its gone?
How similar does loss and trauma feel in us?
To every, fear is the same.
I don't believe intelligence matters, we're all scared

I see you dancing in our future as our bodies grow old
I, have married my soulmate
Time has changed
My heart has evolved to beat next to yours, assuring it on every pulse that I will never leave your side
The struggles we faced have become one and with every step I take I fight to make your half feel lighter

Everything will eventually fall apart
You must keep running
Steering towards your masterpiece
The pain must shape you as a vessel that can withstand all the tragedies
Your captains wheel must point in the direction you will one day crash
you must keep running
For all life's tragedies are waiting to shred you apart
To try and misdirect you so that your vision seems impossible
Pain must only be used as another tool embedded in these bodies
For the one thing you are guaranteed is pain
How you handle it is completely your responsibility.
Paint your pain or let it **** you

I hold the mornings like a lover that is shaking from the cold
Thank you sun for always being my rock

I will accept you as you are, for rust on the nails never tried to hide
It was only I who placed pieces over my eyes to make a portrait that never existed
I who dismembered the screams and attempted to make them sound like the rain
loneliness has embedded me tonight in a form so alienating
A sadness has dawned on me like a final goodbye as you pull the cord
I am a mountain
Though even this mountain at times the wind is cold
I can feel it wrap around my existence
Whispering in my ear "you are alone"
No matter how rich love is in your life
You are alone
I see now that everything is an illusion
That the observer is not my mind
That I have created my own hell

Her echo grows further
I am losing her
Or maybe
She's already gone
Maybe she has never woken up in the morning praying I'd leave her mind
Or maybe she has
Sick of running from pain
Tired of hoping you'd call
Why when I had you I didn't want you
And without you, everything feels numb?

Your paints bled together and now all you have is gray
Toss on a little salt and everything will be ok
In the wake of the morning I battle to keep you off my mind
At the crack of midnight it's your face that I fight
The space filled by time has locked a door forever
Chasing a thought of closure
A hopeless endeavor
They say as months pass the pain will go away
Fake a laugh and dance monkey on that stage
Hey facts you got me lost again
Never felt so alone surrounded by friends

At last the despare confines in disgression
Be that it dare face furious lethal weapons
A chase for the dawn before it shines so bright
All of the colors we cherish melt like ice
I found something hiding in the back of my mind
Hooked through the cheek reeled in by time
A road not built by man kind
Frozen in place for a poet to ryhme

In the shadows, she dances, like the flame of a candle caught in a draft.
To be falling.
Oh hear me now inevitable earth, for now is possibly all we have left.
In depths of the silence that waits, I pray your face I will recognize.
To get lost in space, with you, witnessing the incomprehensible vast creations and obliterations of all, I hold close to my human heart.

A scar-less life is a wasted life.
In return, while climbing this eternal sunrise I jump, and fall, and bleed, then one-day die.
Worn out and ready to go, I shall one day follow you, reaper, with hopes of being full again.