I held your hand through the chaos,
Of which you were the creator.
Fear ran rampant in my chest,
I often felt like a traitor.

Then I dropped your hand to retreat,
And I watched the world collapse to nothing.
You fell to your knees, you gave in again,
Submitted to grief that was crushing.

I could not help it; my arm grew tired.
I began to lose my grasp on sanity.
I walked around so empty inside,
Caught up in vanity.

Many regrets pool in my mind,
When I lie down at night to sleep.
Often your face dances in my memories,
And often it begins to weep.

I removed the chains of fear,
Only to replace them with ones of sorrow.
It never seems to come to an end,
It never seems to cease to borrow.

I have little left to give.
I go through the motions of living.
Stuck in my emotions,
Having many misgivings.

I am sorry I dropped your hand,
But I am also not in the least.
I am sorry that you hurt,
That I came off as such a beast.

I made the decision to help myself,
Something long overdue.
In a desperate attempt to heal,
To stop feeling blue.

The world brought me to my knees so often that
I chained myself to a wall;
Though I am secured to its masonry,
From time to time I start to fall.

Wrists slide from their shackles, to the abyss below,
Where the quiet seems to stretch out like a warm embrace.
Where the trembling lips and shaking forms cease,
Where no longer exist the tears that roll down my face.

But perhaps I have too much resilience,
To break away from my *******;
Though I often squirm against the metal,
Feeling as if I've been taken hostage.

Each morning I wake in peaceful silence,
Yawning, stretching, starting the day.
But a mournful agony screeches inside,
Manipulating my thoughts and the words I say.

The world brought me to my knees so often that
I chained myself to a wall;
Though I am secured to its masonry,
From time to time I start to fall.

Winter trembles on the horizon,
Afraid to return to humankind.
People hate because it's cold,
But to turn it away is to be blind.

The grasp of tragedy is powerful,
Insurmountably bonded to our lives.
Terrorizing our very dreams,
Prickling at our spines like knives.

Outstretch your hands to the snow,
Coax it into your embrace.
We have all known the cold,
We have all been to that place.

Do you know how it feels to writhe in this heat?
When you are frozen inside?
To see the lives of others continue,
While you struggle not to cry.

Equilibrium will be reached when snow is abundant,
Blanketing the ground like a flowing sheet of paper.
When the warmth recedes to another place,
When breath spills from lips like vapor.

Winter trembles on the horizon,
Afraid to return to humankind.
People hate because it's cold,
But to turn it away is to be blind.

You are a ghost,
In this world alone.
Searching for hope,
The kind you'll never know.

You are a fool,
Someone to be abused.
You are a tool,
Stick to the rules.

You are a shadow,
You are a freak show,
Love you will never know,
Straight to hell you will go.

You are a ghost,
In this world alone.
Searching for hope,
The kind you'll never know.

The summer heat holds me today,
As I stroll and ponder my life.
The leaves are colorful as children play,
Living lives that are barren of strife.

My feet slap against the sidewalk,
Clouds roll across the blue sky.
The concrete is covered in chalk,
Birds squawk in the air as they fly.

Not all lives of children are without mayhem,
Shadows passing over even the littlest hearts.
These innocent little people are condemned
Before their lives even begin to start.

The human nature is a curious one.
Our emotions range from pure to despicable,
Some people having none,
It can be complex or predictable.

I learned many lessons as a child,
I watched a man drive his fist into my mother,
Lived a life that was so wild,
As my brother and I clung to each other.

I learned to fear alcohol as if it were alive,
Fear the drinker whose lips the poison passed through.
Years later I am picking up the pieces, as I strive,
To feel less sky blue.

This life is yours.
Cradle it in your palm.
Build your own doors.

Your appearance is yours.
Your personality is yours.
Your mind - yours.

Reach for the stars.
I know it can be hard.
But never stop reaching far.

The moon's glow holds nothing special tonight,
As someone so brilliant glimmers before my eyes.
It is captivating the way green eyes sparkle in moonlight,
The way rosy lips lightly release quiet sighs.

I am transported to other places, when there I gaze,
And you remain at my side wherever I roam.
You peel away the pain that has lingered like a haze,
Deciding that you will never leave me alone.

And on quiet nights, when there are no sounds in the air,
My mind wanders to the holder of my love.
Ponders green eyes that mesmerize as they stare,
Invalidating the glowing moon above.

I close my eyes on those quiet nights, and you appear,
Existing beside me to calm my shaking form.
Your embrace vanquishing my fear,
Calming this tumultuous storm.