I feel the cold inside my fingers
Trying to turn them into Steel
Like notches on an arrowhead
My joints will not yield
To the bending ways of the steering wheel

Metal and plastic, ice and ore
Barrel beneath my soaking shoes
And I the driver of this Ford
Try desperately to warm
Be it not to you

Entering a place of time and space
The whirling stops, powering erase.
Happiness of life, joy and array,
Forever pushed to enlighten the day.
Sitting, writing, pouring out emotion,
something we all give our utter devotion.
So now we stare at the metaphorical elm,
as we welcome the silence into our realm.
Hello, my friend, I'm happy you're here
for now you can see, the life that disappears.
See the experiences of bliss and wrath
As you enjoy the way on your poetry path.

Morbid skies
Bid farewell to the clouds;
Catacombs rejoice
As they remove their shrouds.
Slowly silently treads
Night,
Bidding adieu to the fading light.

You close your fearless eyes,
Rest them in your dusk of lies.
I kiss you
On your forehead
The part between your brows
which u said,
Hurts.

And you question the world,
And all that it has ever hurled,
At you,
In spurts.

I chased this evening
evening's fade in sunset clouds,
silver tin-foiled filigree
tied to grey-as-granite mountains.

Tinted skirts of hazy
daytime's late farewell lit night's
ballooning moon parade
displayed as fire on quiet shoreline.

Invasive scarlet-swathe
hued day's best forgotten noon
when darker stronghold's rain
rolled dust into cascades of gloom.

Drifted with waning sky's
azure came memory's beams,
pain-shot their spotlighting
shadows still haunting my dreams.

Yet I chased tonight
night's demons away by love's
recall when I saw brighter
his star winking at me from above.

Most of the time,
the hardest battle
happens inside our heads.
We fight so hard to cope
with all the disappointments
life throws at us,
that we either come out stonger
or just become damaged
beyond repair.
This battle leaves
not just mere memories,
but issues as souvenirs..
the kind that makes you feel
completely scarred for life.

Do you know how it feels
to fight this kind of fight?
Where you know you're the only one
who feels it,
sees it,
and you're the only person
who can free yourself from this hell.
You are basically alone..
No one can understand
how the feeling of emptiness
can drown you from the inside.
How exhausting it is to fight off
the demons that continue
to haunt you
even when you're asleep.
That constant feeling of hopelessness
that makes you question
your reason for still existing..
Why me?
you will ask this a million times
when you're trying so hard
to look okay to others
while internally screaming for help.

Every single day
you wonder how long
you can still last
before you succumb to the darkness
inside of you.
Every single night
you pray for light,
in this never ending blackness-
*"Will I ever get out
of my loneliness?
And so I ask of You,
dear God,
please save me from this.
Anyone,
save me from myself."