Depression grows,
Like a black petal,
On a yellow flower

Pushing away sunlight,
With bare hands

In the west where youth,
Have more than ever,
They have no truth

The strongest wings,
Without a feather,
The brightest minds,
In stormy weather

Fall
...

“Ask no questions,
Mask all feelings,
Talk to no one,
For no one’s hearing

Hide yourself,
For you must stay,
In a crowd of those,
Who do not stray”

They taught us so,
And so we live,
Keep all boxed up,
That we could give

Our questions and feelings,
We long to share

Yet we were taught not to say,
Perhaps that is why,
We feel this way

Keep me close,
Keep me true,

It is not I,
That you see,

For it is you

I am a shadow,
Noticed by few

I rely on your light,
To be the man that I doomed

Lonesome and blue,
Am I,
But why?

People of kindness,
Surround my being,
Knock on my door,
To see if I’m home

I hide in the basement,

Darkness and cold,

Passing the time,
With ashes and coal

I long to reach out,
Like a branch in the breeze,
But I am weighed down by life,
Like the floor of the seas

A stone wall surrounds me,
Taller than Gods,
Taller than Man

Separating myself,
From all that I love

Here I sit,
On the mountain’s edge,
With the clearest view,

Memories resurface,
With perfect time,
With perfect tune

It was I who built this wall,
One day in my youth
To protect me,
From all that I fear,
And all that I love

Now,
In my adulthood,
I wish to knock down this wall,
Back into the ground,
From which it arose

But alas,
It is here where I live,
It is here where I grow

Lonesome and blue,
Am I