At first it was subtle and although no one else cared, I felt your presence and knew you were there.

Sooner than later I found my mind impaired, looking for options that would hopefully repair.

My mistakes would soon pile up and an uneasy sense of guilt along with them.

Once lovable and full of tranquility, now unapproachable and lacking emotional stability.

The gaze of a mother seems distant but fierce,
the heart lies open, withered and pierced.
Our minds diverged, yet our eyes the same,
who else is there, but I to blame.
If only we could revert back to the light,
for that would be a wondrous sight.

It is when the river calls,
that the mountains crumble.
In the halls of the scattered mind,
the desolate man stumbles.
Through the doorway of shattered hopes,
the grim figure interlopes.
For not even time can tell,
when such a man will climb from hell.

Watch now as the clock finds its pace,
the creatures yearn to be laid to waste,
atop a leaf up so high,
we lurk where reapers lie,
for is it not who but why,
the truth of how brave men cry.