If you are in charge
you will end up hurting
your own soul.

The rain falls onto the charcoal ground
The deepest and darkest of my thoughts weave their way through my mind
Circling like a hawk
Waiting to stab at the peacefullness welled up inside me
Longing to break the endless seams that hide the joyous emotions
The icy moon rises to begin it’s torture
And the darkness overwhelms me
Cracks appear throughout the barricade
The darkness continues it’s endless assault
My emotions inside struggle to keep the darkness at bay
My mind fights against itself
Eating itself up
Killing itself
Until finally, the darkness wins control

If we felt nothing then how
would we be able to write
about
the darkness
that turns within
us
that creeps deep
down
so that we turn our
shoulder the other way
when really
we should have
faced
our devil.

How come no one really know
what they are doing with their life?

The sun and moon have purpose.
So why don't you?