The train has departed.
I’m in an unfamiliar town.
Unfamiliar faces all around me
I want to belong here
But there is no comfort.
I’m roaming with no destination.
Underneath the facade
I am screaming,
Searching for familiarity.
I keep searching and panic sets in.
I can’t find it.
I don’t feel it.
There must be a reason why I’m still here,
Why I’ve been left behind.
I’m lost and afraid and
Nobody will help me
But they’re watching
Waiting.
I don’t belong here.
I want to run, but
My feet are chained down.
So I sit down
And I wait
As if it was my choice.

Look into my eyes.
Don't tell me you are fine.
I'd rather watch you break down and
Cry
Listen to you tell these ugly lies.

Let your words
Break into sobs
And let me watch as your once red tears
Turn clear.
Please tell me why you
Still do this to yourself.

Don't tell me what I want to hear.
Tell me why you break down.
Tell me what you feel
And the things you fear

Tell me how you got stuck
In this rut.
Let me listen
And don't think you're the burden
On my shoulder.

You should fear for youself
More than you do me.
You should be free
From these mosnters in your head.
But they keep dragging you down.

You need someone
But you keep running
Until you're all out of breath.
I'll try to help and try to understamd
But you'll just keep runing until your death

Hey you,
I think I knew you
When you were a child
Running free and wild

It it true,
What I say about you
That part I sort of miss
All the years of innocence

Hey you,
At break neck speed you moved
From point A to point B
Leaving behind flakes of memory

Is it true,
That half the things if you knew
Only a few you'd want to change
Most you'd want to keep the same

Hey you,
I know what you're going through
Because I have been there too
After all I am you

This life we live is a waiting room
Some wait to long, some leave to soon
What magazines do you have strewn
All about your waiting room

The daily grind of The New York Times?
Or do you prefer The Outdoor Life
The magazines that you display
Tell more of you than you could say

Does Better Homes And Gardens fill your life
While Rolling Stones consumes your night
You have a choice in what you read
And a lot of that is what you'll be

So is Popular Science what you cling to?
Or is Christian Alliance your holding glue
And would it change your point of view
If you knew what comes after...
The Waiting Room

My life's book you can read,
The pages, about the life I lead.
Every chapter,more and more interesting,
Amusing and spellbinding.
Many pages are dog eared,
Narrating unbelievable  adventures and many anecdotes  which are weird.
But,one page has a book mark set,
From whence, God's presence  I felt.
I had been begging him to change my circumstances,
When in fact, HE was changing me using the same instances.
After I found out the trick of what HE was trying to teach me,
I overcame all the hurdles as huge as the waves in the sea.
Life became plain sailing,
With few strifes and little ailing.

Darkness my old friend
I write to you again
Thank you for hiding the truth
The tears and the bruise

I'm in pain again right now
Pls save me somehow
Cause I'm tired of all the things
That should make me glad
It's the opposite I say
They are the ones who makes me sad.

Too bad you can't hide the noise
I badly want to scream
I don't know how much I can take
Pls bring me with you
Before I wake.

I'm thinking ill again
But there's nothing more to gain
This might be the end
My last letter to you.
So Again take me with you!

My family is not too small
Just one short of a dozen.
Ten of us under one roof
And not one of them’s a cousin.

We drive in a 12-seater van
Sometimes even long distance.
But we’re not going anywhere
Until mom takes attendance.

My siblings greet me after work
With “Can I have a dollar?”
Oh look, my missing leather belt
Is now the cat’s new collar.

Our chickens provide our breakfast
Collected straight from the coop.
I hate to admit this but, last year
One of them cooked in our soup.

Our cat is great at catching mice,
He’ll even eat a few.
Unfortunately that is why
We’re down a parrot too.

We’re out of milk, there’s no clean socks,
Did someone feed the chickens?
Please don’t tell me it’s my turn
AGAIN to clean the kitchen.

Every day is an adventure
Some days more than one.
But let me tell you one thing:
We’re always having fun.

Triangles are polygons but you tell me they're round...
and I believe you.

There's more to everything than straight lines.

Beautiful's an adjective but you tell me it's a noun...
and I don't doubt you.

You tell me I make flat words come alive.

The sky is black at night but you tell me day is darker...
and you convinced me.

At day, even the brightest lights don't shine.

Rationality impressed me but now it's so absurd.
You and your false statements, but all truer than true.

Aren't we all hourglasses?
Sand constantly pouring
Thousands of tiny golden grains
Growing giant in their masses
A plunge pools depth filling
As the dry waterfalls escape
We are always forgetting
How easy it is to suffocate
We run on quick sand
Legs moving as we sink
Pounding, wheezing, aching
We can't ever stop and think
Let the tap run empty
Now, we lie completely still
Unable to move, unable to pour
Our life stolen against our will
In misery we have to wait
To let the glass flip over
Until the sand starts to drip
At first we let it run slower
But so fast we drain out rivers
So we drown, again.