To whom it may concern,

The odd, shiny objects
that you see on the floor.

Are simply the broken remnants,
of the soul that once stood here.

Be careful to walk around them.

Though they may seem damaged and faded,
they still glimmer in the moonlight.

Maybe some distant day,
I'll get around
to putting myself back together again.

Sincerely,
A mysterious stranger.

Let it go.
Just let it go.
Tell me all the things you know.

I won't be afraid,
I won't be surprised.
Show me the mysteries, secrets and lies.

Pull back the veil,
Shine a light on the scars,
Let me for once see who you really are.

Shatter the barriers,
bring down the wall,
Give me everything or nothing at all.

Take off the mask,
Show me your skin.
Let me embrace all the madness within.

Let it go.
Just let it go.
Tell me all the things you know.

I’m hurt and I'm crying, I want to go home.

There's no use in trying, I want to go home.

I'm injured and scarred, I want to go home.

Burned out and charred, I want to go home.

I'm listless and sick, I want to go home.

Collapsing and quick, I want to go home.

I'm damaged and breaking, I want to go home.

I'm unloved and I'm aching, I want to go home.

I'm twisted and torn, I want to go home.

I'm distant and worn, I want to go home.

I'm shocked and I'm stunned, I want to go home.

I'm defeated and done.

I want to go home.

On that day I remember,
In the winds of September
how we danced along the river.

Below the multicolor trees,
The cool of the breeze,
brought about just a hint of a shiver.

The daylight grows shorter,
get the harvest in order
we'll prepare the table for a feast.

We'll rejoice into the night
by the moons reddish light.
and the last echo of summer? Released.

I wondered why the sky is blue,
and why you love me the way you do.

I wondered, as I enjoyed the view
if all of what I'd heard was true.

I wondered when I'd earn my due
and if I'd ever make it through.

I wondered, would I ever bid adieu
from this path of life askew?

Then I knew.

In a world
that grows more
black and white
with each passing day.

I am simply not content
staring at endless
shades of grey.

So please forgive me
If I take this opportunity
to go in search of rainbows.

Early morning
stuck at my desk.
Combing through endless emails.
Most of which have little meaning to me.

Then to the conference room
for yet another meeting.
What's the newest policy
that will bore my soul to tears?

A voicemail from Bob in marketing.
In that shrill and grating voice.
Angry that something was incomplete,
even though I'd actually done it.

In an after lunch performance review,
I float adrift in a sea of numbers.
Slowly tuning out the voice of a boss,
who never bothered to learn my kids names.

Five o'clock comes and I clock out.
Thinking of what little I accomplished,
and resigning myself to the fact,
I have to do it all again tomorrow.