I'm blind to the ways of this world. My sight has gone astray. The only feeling I have. Is my soul eroding away.

It slowly seeps on out. My essence on the ground. Trampled by many people. Lost and never found.

This shell of me remains. Floating through this sphere. Making that daily journey. A cog within the gear.

Maybe someday I'll look back. And have a chance to say. That it wasn't without meaning.
But today is not that day.

A boy of eight sits quietly behind the closed door.  He's losing himself in his made up places. Staying put in reality has become quite a chore.  Sweat streams down his face as his mind races.

The fighting has escalated beyond the screaming and yells.  Bloodied lips and bruised faces are now the norm.  He's trying to concoct magical incantations or possibly spells.  There has be a sturdy shelter against the growing storm.  

One day her learns that she's leaving for another.  That his world will be flipped upside down.  He knows every little boy needs a mother.  He's ravaged with guilt as he wears his thorny crown.  

His father somehow makes ends meet as a single dad.  But there's sadness as the bottle becomes a friend.  The little boy watches from a distance but he's quite sad.  Not even a hug from his only son makes the sorrow end.

The boy now grows and is in his teenage years.  The father has remarried but its a shallow tonic.  The boy had now found his release in a case of beer.  The father now stands quietly in the shadows, isn't that ironic?

The boy is fully grown and keeps the pain within. Morals and ethics are lost in the strangling haze.  He decides to move to the city of sin. There he  meets an angel that would speak and amaze.

His name was Mark and the streets is where he dwelled.  He talked of freedom and power of belief.    Although he spoke softly the exuberance he expelled.  Changed his life like the color on a leaf.

He found my purpose thanks to a homeless man.  He left that city vowing never to return.  As He travelled back his eyes began to scan.  Somewhere in Utah his soul began to yearn.


He pulled off road and saw a visual scene.  There were canyons of color and voiceless song.  Infinity was set before him previously unseen.  He finally found a place where he belongs.

He stayed with the landscape for about a week.  He made promises to the night that he swore he'd keep.  As he drove away a tear streamed down his cheek.  It was time to get back to the world of sheep.

He went back home and settled into an old routine. The beers started flowing and the good times ensued.  He had already forgotten what kept him clean.  He made his plan to leave again with a vision that skewed.  

He got behind the wheel of that beat up car.  The city of sin would welcome him with open legs.  Fortunately for him he didn't get far.  The oil spilled out like a broken keg.

Little did he know that fate stepped in.  He took a job he only planned for a while.  Then he heard the door open and lifted his chin.  There walked in his angel with a school girl smile.

The courtship lasted for a few sweet weeks.  He knew he loved her well before they met.  And she knew his souls was what she seeks.  And still to this day he is in forever to a homeless man's debt.

My words stay hidden, eyes black like coal.  Buried beneath stratum of conformity.  Fearing to come out lest they be judged.  They weigh me down with great enormity.

Teeth are gnashing, claws are scratching.  Leaving behind the scars of unrealized potential.   They find an alternate path through the fingertips.  Reaching the illuminated surface is vitally essential

The unfiltered light brings an ******* bliss.  The self imposed shackles begin to break.  My unconstrained words have found a home.  The flow of creativity begins to ease my ache.