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Henry Mich Jan 2018
A broken tree bearing fruit
Hidden beneath a crumbling home,
Where a dead man sits in a rotted chair,
Breathing in quiet gasps.
Henry Mich Jan 2018
Catching sunlight in my hands,
Burned and scarred by searing brands.
While cherry petals fill the air,
My joy, a diamond a brightly burning flare.
I cradle my meager golden prize,
And lift the gilded treasure to my eyes.
To see the memories I have made
Over lost years and forgotten days.
A spark catching in my heart an unquenchable blaze.
A light through the endless dark of life
Henry Mich Jan 2018
You, a monster, you're not really human.
People feel compassion-
Do you even know what that is?
Is it just another thing you think doesn't exist?
You walk, you talk, you laugh, you smile, but I know what's behind your eyes.
When you take from this world another part of me dies.
I hate you with every bone in my body, every part of my soul.
Life is not a toy to be taken and tossed-
My life, his life, her life,  gone.
Left a shell, a broken vessel abandoned for the carrion crows.
But now I see standing is this mirror hating the monster for what it did.
While knowing when my angel died,
The monster was laughing deep inside.
Hesitantly I pick up the knife
For the the angel’s sake I will take its life.
Henry Mich Jan 2018
To die
Kiss life goodbye
A fatal waltz with death
Run feet and wings afire until
You burn.
Henry Mich Jan 2018
Trapped in this floating glass mountain of a box
Unable to see out despite a thousand eyes
This is insanity
This my broken reality
Light shrieking as they streak across the sky
The screaming voices whisper
A life lived only in the light is not a life
My shadow hates me I hear him plotting
Always watching and following
I’m running chased by a lie that tells a truth i do not with to hear
I pass the door again and again but I cannot leave
The sheep languished blue trains suffer
Windows books dogs hands run
Take sharpness filling soda cans
This is insanity
Henry Mich Jan 2018
A spring forms a river,
Far from the sea,
The water starts to flow
I smile, because I know,
This river is meant for me.

The spring is the ocean,
A deep crystal blue
surrounding, drowning me
Then falling off, into eternity
I have not forgotten you.

The river is salt
But gives life to a tree,
That tree is my heart
Let the river depart
Then walk with me.

Through life to death
Let’s start anew
Dry your tears
And discard your fears
I will never leave you

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