It
Stops
Us
From
Asking
For
Help
Before
It
Is
Too
Late

Maybe there is only one God
Because
The Old Gods saw us for what we really were

Not what we could be

And walked away

Then...the Old Gods wouldn't be so much
Different

Than you and I

Love is a lie
Taught to us when we're young to make us
Hope

Hope for something that isn't real
Hope for something

To cling to
To sustain us
To strive towards
To define us

It's all a lie isn't it?

Why when we eventually find it
When we've softened our hearts too far...
When we're too far gone

Do we realise
It's all a lie

And we break

I'm sorry
I'm not sure what for

I'm sorry
I guess I'm prone

To mistakes

I
Can't find a way
Can't catch a break
Why
Is it so hard

Why do I have to
Do the things I do

Why does it have to
Work the way it does

Why do things

Conspire against me
Why is it hard to breathe

Why

There was once a man
Who sought out wisdom from the Gods
Old and New

He ventured from the East to the West
From the North to the South

Upon a desert he stopped
Wrought with hopelessness and despair

He gazed up to the heavens
As he thought
He began to count the stars and pay homage
To each one

When he had finished
He knelt
The sand below drenched in his sweat
His tears

He closed his eyes and opened his ears to hear
The whispers and whims of the desert

As the sand envolped him
The whispers and whims
Paid him homage

All that was in him and was him
Returned from whence he came

My cup is full
Overflowing
I have no outlet to release

And so...
I write