monsters under the bed
or are they in my head?
engulfed by darkness,
I see that i can't see anything
Its all an illusion...
a anomaly...

..

      The Trees moan
  As we continue to cut
    Their roots in anger
            In danger
              As they
              Scream
              Silently

infinite.
these thoughts are infinite
at times it feels like too much
so many things
so many stories
so many times i remember,
the times
we used to be together
they were great
like our first date
that one day
or should i say night
in the drive way...
when our
love
took flight

like a long lost shadow
with no one to follow
the steps in the sand are gone
washed away.....
withered away,
is my old self
yelling for me to come back
the voice
is slowly
drifting
away.

She hides behind her eyes
withered and tampered
tempered i am, she needs
to be pampered, help i give
but she won't receive, see
i want to help her, so she
doesn't have to grieve ....

im not real,
neither are you
just keep pushing
try to get through
the pain feels real
thoughts seeping through
time is non existent....
when I'm writing to you

Light in the sky
How do I get by?
Dark clouds above me
I can barely see
Blurry vision, now
im tipsy
Drown in your sorrows

Or

Prepare for tomorrow,
Some old
Some new
Who am I to you?
Love is needed
but
Hate is shown
A light is peeping through
More reason to carry on
Reflection from the glass -
I see me,
And angels in the alley

.......

I know the way I left you wasn't the easiest way to leave.
I'm sorry I couldn't have made it easier-
somehow lessen all this grief.
But you see I've been struggling for some time with a broken heart
and my best efforts to repair it couldn't begin to start
To take away the pain I felt
To help me feel some hope
My spirit was dying daily
and I lost all strength to cope
So don't let yourselves be troubled
Never think to blame yourselves
For I have gone to God who is over all
Seeking the One True Source of help
Know that I will love you for forever
and that I can't wait for you to see
the wondrous gift of healing
God is fashioning in me.

Like the match that
Never got lit
The idea that
Was never spoken
I stand here
Today
Wishing I would
Have said something ...