If you keep madly fighting
The oceans of your sadness,
Then simply your hatred
Will drive you to madness.
So I beg you to breathe.
With calm, in and out.
Know that I won't leave,
Trust that without doubt.
Hold on to that fact,
And never give in.
Don't thrash and drown in the waves.
Instead, just learn how to swim.

There once was a man who wrote poetry
Which alas was not read that widely.
Until, that is, he passed away
And became the talk of the day;
Lauded, albeit posthumously!

I type until my fingers are numb,
with messages of reassurance and love.
But you never believe my truth
because my sincerity isn't convincing to you.
You hate yourself for doing nothing wrong
But I hate myself for not be able to do it right,
to fix your problems and send them away.
But the I can't fight your problems that have no face.

The battle you fight constantly
is a background worry for me.
But the battle isn't over when I go to sleep
because the other messages keep on coming through to you.
The thoughts of pain and solitude.
Whispers in the night when you close yours eyes.
And all I can say is "Everything's alright"...

in clouds
calming down
climbing the walls
of the compound
louder now
but still,
without a sound
commence the countdown