Share with me your fears
I will share with you mine.
Tell me of your grief
I will bear your pain.

Guide me through your troubles
Take solace in my embrace.
Take my cup
Fill it with your sorrow.
I will gift you relief.

Empty hands full of hope
Held together in mine.

Share with me your joy.
I will share with you mine.

Sitting in a pile burning
Are the ashes of his heart
He dreamed of a day
Next to her in the hearth
Of a flaming passion
Firmly ablaze

How mournful is he
How cold and blue

“In this day and age” is a cliché
That I thought only old people used.
I thought it meant that you were angry
With how things were going in your life,
Or that the past was somehow better than the present.
In this day and age…
what?
Stamps are more expensive?
Your grandchildren don’t call you anymore?
I know that sounds cynical
But that’s what I really believed.

I didn’t really think about it
Until it struck me as odd
That in this day and age
Children are getting gunned down in school
By their classmates, and that
All anyone does is recite
Platitudes and maxims
While parents have to bury their children.

That in this day and age
We can all agree
To disagree
About the worth of human lives,
So that we can carry on
With our daily scheduled programming.

I didn’t understand what it meant
Until I realized that today
Right here, right now
At this very waking moment
Tragedy is socially acceptable.
That in this day and age
Shock and grief and outrage
Have been quelled by a numbness
That comes about only when you see
The same headline
Over and over and over and over
And over and over and over
Again.

This is not a political stance.

That in this day and age
A cry against senseless violence
Is a political statement and not a plea for human life
Is something that I don’t understand.
Dead kids are only an argument now,
and not a ******* wake up call.
I’ll never fully understand why things happen
The way they do. I only understand
That it is tolerable to justify
Our hatred against humanity.

I am standing on a pier
Looking into the labyrinth of my heart.
Empty space beckons to the dock.
A hollow echo rings in the distance.
Staring farther in brings me closer
To a truth that I seek
However distant.

Truth is fickle.
It is a silver fish caught
In the net of the fisherman
Gasping its final breath.
Scales shimmer from the light but,
Grasping its slippery hide
Proves a true fisherman.

From my perch I can see scales
Though my eyes aren't too keen.
There's a faded glimmer of light
Farther than I can reach.

In the dark
    There will always shine a light.
When the reaper knocks
    Answer in defiance.
Death beckons over our shoulders, but
    Don't look back.
Take it from me
    It calls my name daily
Carry with you a fire
   That would incinerate all evil
Shining a path for others
   Through your adversities.

Your touch is a soothing lullaby,
A sweet song dancing in my ears
With words of honey.

Your words frolic in my head
Whispering your secrets and
Haunting my dreams with their beauty.

The echoes of our nights spent together
Race down the corridor of my mind
Imparting a delicious kiss
Reminiscent of your delicate lips.

Waves crash all around.
A relentless sea intent on drowning me
In the depths of their ecstasy.

In your presence a golden light
Emanates; dispelling the darkness
I carry within me.

You feel the weight of my burden
Yet you hold it in your hands.
Your fingers run over my scars
As I show you the contours of my heart.

The pain I carry is deep,
Yet you hold it like a newborn
With unflinching courage.

I cherish these moments we share
Together, not knowing how long
They will last.