I'm standing at a crossroad
never seeing my life change
Caught up in a rat race
watching from a far
People rushing all around
some finding their exit

I'm standing at a crossroad
with people racing by
a dead look in their eye  
Trying to make the road their on
paved with gold and jewels
Others walking along don't have to try

I'm standing at a crossroad
about to take step and choose
I hear a voice from the past
Saying turn back
Your life was chosen for you
No need to sell yourself to these roads

Your life changes
only when you seek the change
Your golden roads are family and friends
you love and protect them
You are alive not dead
keep your spark that makes you, you

Wait for what’s coming for you.

As I lay in bed
unable to move
PTSD and sleeping pills
pulsating my system

I wonder is this the night I sleep
without dreams of terror
Waking in sweat my heart racing
my loving dog looking for his attack  

My mind still rages on, thinking
he’s out there if taken again I won’t survive
It’s never his fault he has problems
He was handed a bad hand

So he takes it out on his mother
his children his family those who cross his life
Wonderful dreams that come
he takes and smiles,  he desires what’s precious to all

Not a monster and not the devil
A man with no empathy except for himself
The pain he gives is to release his own
The wonderful dreams he takes to dream himself

A man who called himself my father
He never expected my fight
I fought for my life and my family
Fighting for everything I knew was right

The Running Iron was broke
He could never try to reclaim my life
I know he can’t hurt me or take what is mine
The old man was broken not just mind but soul

The man who plagued me
caused suffering to more than he knows
The battle fought for my peace
Turned the him older than what he knew

My head says don’t trust him
he’s out for himself
My heart says trust him
he’s not the to hurt you
My head says don’t trust him
he will take and leave not saying good bye
My heart says trust him
he tell you his secrets and ask you not to tell

My head says don’t trust him
he may be using you
My heart says trust him
you’ve known him since a child
My head says don’t trust him
you are a toy to play with  
My heart says trust him
he speaks of sweet feelings to be trusted

Pandora’s box came to life by text
lovers enter twined yet hardly met
Secrets shared day by day
making shadows closer to a dance
Each night the box opened slightly

Neither aware the box was near
caught up in happiness and desire
Never wanting their nights to expire
the  box demand to play
Planning distraction and heartbreak
Lovers powerless against the attack

The lovers were ripped and pulled apart
until one did not know the other
Their happiness stopped each drifted apart
The box felt power gods once bestowed inside
Thinking it had won a battle for its treasures

Never knowing the lovers never abandoned each other
always searching for what was lost
Many faces were looked upon and never  trusted
secrets can be shared with very few
One Fall day they found each other worried about time lost
they looked in each other’s eyes and found a friend not the lover

The box separated lovers without a thought
but worse separated and destroyed a friendship closer than most
Never knowing what their friendship could’ve been or how far it could’ve gone
They were torn apart banished from the other
Each knowing something was missing they would have never looked for the other

Finding the face of the other who holds the secrets of their life

Stepping in the room
an explosion of  heat hits at once
Two sets  of eyes still flaming hot
if eyes were to roll each would  burn their skull

Heat so intense it shocked my soul
scorched to the bone
I stood taking every fiery look and word
the assault  caught my soul on fire
But I found courage still  burnt and alive

With a smile I walked out the door
a door that once held love
Now holds only pain
Dragons burn as fast as they blink.

Dragons more dangerous than poison one can  drink.

You played your game
holding four aces and King
How could I play
no cards were dealt to me
Never knowing the game

My heart was all in
with everything to lose
Had I known it was a game
never would my heart been seen
I was told never play
with the Queen of hearts

Nothing was ever said about the King
the Queen may be spiteful and mean
The King tells me what I most desire
makes me believe it’s true
When he’s tired of his game
he shows his hand to collect my heart
Leaving me lifeless and confused