I sit in the corner and watch the world
Confused at what I see
While trying my best to figure out
What part of this world is me?

I hide my eyes, too scared to look
This corner, I never leave
Safe and sound as the world goes by
Not knowing what to believe

From here I can't see a future
I keep living my life in the past
I try to move on but my fears hold tight
Haunted, by the shadows they cast

Crippled, I sit, day after day
The whispers will keep me in place
Not strong enough to stand on my own
Too scared of what I will face

I sit in the corner and watch the world
Confused at what I see
While trying my best to figure out
What part of this world is me?

Bewildered, I wander this barren land
Not able to find my way
Barely even able to stand
My soul grows weary each day

Alas, I ponder, as I count each step
Now knowing which path to take
Alone in despair, I've often wept
While waiting for my heart to break

A stranger's journey, I wander this maze
Never knowing where it might lead
My mind ever trapped in a foggy haze
For direction I fervently plead

Like a ship on the ocean, I'm endlessly tossed
Reprobate from all that I see
Hopelessly lost, I journey on
Hoping to one day find me

A tear can have a powerful voice
Though you'll never hear it speak
It tells a story just the same
As our eyes begin to leak

A tear's been called most everything
Some even call it rain
But those who've had a broken heart
Know it as liquid pain

There's no such thing as a single tear
For soon another will follow
It always leaves you all alone
With your soul broken and hollow

Sometimes we can write with tears
For it becomes our ink
We write our pain with tears we cry
To let our heartache shrink

And though we cry for many reasons
Our tears are not in vain
It heals our souls from the inside out
Thank God for liquid pain

There was an old man, a collector of sorts
Who made his living off of the dead
Through the obituary page he'd earn his wage
Buying things that others had shed

Though some said his job was just morbid
Preying off of the people who died
It wasn't a natural death that took their last breath
But only those committing suicide

He bought the things that nobody wanted
For most were scared of a haunting or curse
But he didn't care he would always be there
The same day that they emptied the hearse

He was the only buyer at the auction
For everyone else was afraid
He just couldn't wait to steal their estate
And count all the money he made

'Til late one night while sleeping
Awakend by a bump in the night
At the foot of his bed stood a multitude of dead
As his heart stopped beating from fright

The old man had turned up missing
They found claw marks deep in his floor
The people couldn't wait to pilage his estate
For the old man wasn't seen anymore

A poem should touch the inner core
Where feelings are only found
A place that you alone can see
Where love and hate abound

A poem is tears before you cry
Or a smile before you feel
A little pain your being craves
Before your heart can heal

A poem is memories cast aside
Before your mind is free
It's often dreams that's left behind
A misplaced destiny

A poem is what you feel inside
That makes you who you are
A poem is written with tears and blood
To mend that endless scar

A poem is felt before the words
And can cause your soul to bleed
A poem is never a state of mind
But a never ending need

Empty places that once were full
Are now my prison walls
The silence seems to mock my pain
As the voice of loneliness calls

The valleys now I wander quiet
The mountains,  all laid low
No way to climb, to be raised up
My heart, no place to go

Broken into a million pieces
Shattered, beyond repair
My journey ends in desolation
No one to meet me there

I hide my eyes to calm my fears
But the screams don't go unheard
Goodbye, is written inside my heart
A hollow and lonely word

A place like this is not quite hell
But it's as close as you can get
Reminded of the day you died
A day I can't forget

She lays in her death bed
As tears fill her eyes
Stricken with cancer
She's now paralyzed

She asks for her husband
To sit by her side
He kneels down to comfort
His bedridden bride

She says she'd give anything
Just to have one more chance
To know what it feels like
To dance

He turns on the raido
And takes her by the hand
He holds her in his arms
For she can no longer stand

As the music is playing
He carries her high
Her feet off the floor
She can almost fly

Her eyes begin closing
As they spin round and round
She fills like a princess
Who's missing her crown

She's smiling and crying
In her euphoric trance
She knows what it feels like
To dance

Invisible voices calling my name
From a place that I know not
Their darkness surrounds my very being
And I cannot make them stop

Pretty white forms keep beckoning
"Won't you come out and play"
"What place is this,?" I ask them
They reply, "We're told not to say"

The voices continue their torment
"Why can't they just leave me alone?"
"There's much you have to answer for,
And now you will have to atone"

"Make them stop," I scream. "Make them stop"
"I know not of these things you speak"
The pretty white forms continue to beckon
Then, Silence! that rendered me weak

The wicked sound of their monotonous cries
Has scarred my soul with their pain
Freedom has all but abandoned my mind
A torment, I can not explain

What place is this I cannot escape?
I write of the things that I see
Remember my name, Edgar Allan Poe
As I write of my insanity

A hundred and fifty days have passed
Since I've seen your smiling face
I've looked this whole world over
I can't find you any place

A hundred and fifty prayers I've prayed
That's one for every day
But I'm still waiting for an answer
Sometimes it works that way

A hundred and fifty sleepless nights
Waiting to tuck you in
I have at least a million questions
Wondering where you've been

A hundred and fifty apologies
That's what I owe to you
I don't know what I was thinking
Lord what will I do?

A hundred and fifty lonely steps
From the mailbox to our door
I didn't know a stranger was there
Or what he had in store

A hundred a fifty days have gone
Since we laid you in the ground
We buried the picture you loved the most
Your body was never found

It's not in the rhymes you make
That tells one who you are
It's not what you feel inside
No matter how bizzare

It's not in the story you tell
That makes the reader cry
It's not in all the mystery
That leaves them asking why

It's not in the joy you bring
That causes them to smile
Or all the fancy words you use
Or because they love your style

It's not the tales of forgotten love
That makes the reader weep
It's not the broken promises
That someone's pledged to keep

It's not in all the anger
That flows from the writer's pen
Or the feelings of betrayal
We sometimes feel within

It's not in our descriptions
That makes the reader soar
Or the feelings of bewilderment
As we leave them wanting more

It's not in all the broken hearts
That's written across the page
The hope of being famous
Or to make the world your stage

One definition cannot define
The gift that a poem brings
A poem is so much more than that
For it is all these things

Painted words from innocent souls
Can pierce the hardest hearts
The slightest touch of gentleness
Is where the poet starts

He can reach inside the deepest void
To redeem your memories
Give you back your hopes and dreams
And possibilities

He can wipe away your broken smile
From all the promises lost
He can paint tomorrow one more time
No matter what the cost

He can paint the heart to beat again
Though broken it may be
He can take the lies you carry inside
And show you honesty

He can dry the tears of liquid pain
That stains your pillow case
He can paint the sun to rise again
No matter what you face

Painted words from innocent souls
Know exactly what to say
If you'll listen to the poet's words
He'll chase the pain away

Yesterday is a part of me
That only time can now erase
Tomorrow holds the future
An uncertain and empty place

A smile is easily wiped away
I am proof of this event
I begged the angels to show you mercy
But they simply wouldn't relent

Taken away before your time
Leaving me, with the broken pieces
A heart that aches both day and night
And a loneliness that never ceases

A promise fufilled, "'Til death do us part"
Words, that I took for granted
I said I will but it came too soon
For my heart was still enchanted

A piece of me too, died that day
We never got to say goodbye
'Til death do us part still means Us
I'll love you till the day I die

Each day as I get older
My memory starts to fade
I softly touch your pillow
On the bed where you once laid

I gently trace your photograph
You dressed as my bride
They're in my mind but hard to find
Memories that try to hide

But when it rains I see you
You're as real as you can be
Like the time we stood and watched it rain
Beneath that willow tree

We stood out there for hours
As the rain came pouring down
Me in my rented tux
And you in your evening gown

The rain somehow clears my mind
And it seems like yesterday
You told me that you had to leave
And I was begging you to stay

It's been twenty years since you've been gone
And only a piece of you remains
But in my mind, you're here with me
Everytime it rains

You're like a passing apparition
A mist that's caught in the wind
The breath of the morning fog
That comes to a sudden end

You're a glancing ray of sunshine
That takes my sight away
You're the space that they call twilight
Between the darkness and the day

You're like the anticipation
When two lovers first embrace
Or maybe an embarrassing moment
That colors a person's face

You're like that rush of adrenaline
That's right before you lie
For it only lasts a second
And then it passes by

You're like a bolt of lightning
That flashes before the dawn
You love was only fleeting
And now it's simply gone

People often ask me about my favorite poet
Let's see if you can guess
He's nothing like the coventional ones
Or even any of the rest

Everyone who saw him knew his name
For he said it a million times
I laughed everytime he opened his mouth
For he'd always speak in rhymes

He was even so famous he was on tv
And you can still see him today
As long as there's a word called "syndication"
They'll never take him away

Sometimes he was seen as a trouble maker
As he often hurled his rocks
But somehow, he would make his escape
For he was always as sly as a fox

He came to town to find him a woman
But somehow, would always fail
He'd leave the town broken hearted
After spending a night in the jail

Your time is up, Have you figured it out?
It's time to tell you at last
"It's me it's me Earnest T, I can see you but you can't see me"
I'm talking about Earnest T Bass

Sorrow only hangs her head
While walking to the floor
Pride wants all the attention
While Greed keeps seeking more

Shame hides behind the curtains
While Anger demands his way
Fear is too afraid to dance
Impatience just wouldn't stay

Joy was dancing all over the place
While Lust's heart began to burn
Love just watched with stars in her eyes
While Patience was waiting his turn

Confusion didn't know what to do
While Surprise was doing the twist
Shock was so appaled of it all
While Temptation just couldn't resist

The Broken Hearts just sit and cried
While Doubt didn't believe it was real
Now you've seen the dance of emotions
So tell me, how do you feel?

You sure had a way with the flowers
You knew how to make them grow
You said it's in the care that you give
And in all the love you show

You would often talk to the roses
And sing to the morning glories
You gave them water to quench their thirst
And sometimes, you read them stories

We buried you in an empty grave
Where flowers never grow
But when we laid you in the ground
You became the flower's soul

The roses sprang toward the sky
Inspired by all your love
As if to thank the Father
In the Heavens up above

You sure had a way with the flowers
And though you had to go
Your love will live forever
Where the flowers never grow

The weeping willow
Cries herself to sleep each night
While counting her tears

Each time she passed the flower stand
He gave her one red rose
Who he was or where he's from
No one really knows

He'd always smile and tip his hat
Each day as she walked by
A lonely old man on the corner
Beneath the clear blue sky

Then late one night the old man died
The corner now looked bare
But from a tiny crack in the sidewalk
A single red rose was there

She picked the rose and smelled its petals
Remembering the flower stand
A smile crossed her face as she walked away
As she thought of the little old man

The very next day she passed this place
The flower somehow grew back
A single red rose that stands alone
In the tiny sidewalk crack

Each time she passed the flower stand
He gave her one red rose
Who he was or where he's from
No one really knows

I wonder if there's ever been
A day without a death
A day when no one dug a grave
Or took their final breath

When no one had to say goodbye
To a loved one who had passed
Just one day when no one died
A day that wasn't their last

A day when all the whole wide world
Has said no sad farewell
No one leaving this world behind
For Heaven or for Hell

No wars to take a child away
With a mother left in tears
No murders, wrecks or suicides
No cancer dying fears

Just one day is all I ask
A day when no one dies
A day when no one feels the pain
That comes with those goodbyes

In the middle of an abandoned churchyard
Stands a lily, who all pass by
Growing in winter, spring, summer and fall
Just simply refusing to die

Some people called it unnatural
As they plucked it from the ground
But when the sun came up the very next day
Again, that flower was found

Day after day, they would break its stem
Like a thousand times before
But the lily would be resurrected
And spring to life once more

It was even covered with gasoline
As they stood and watched it burn
Once again, while everyone slept
The flower, would just return

They decided to bring their shovels
And dig, 'til there was nothing to save
And that's when they knew this lily
Was a marker for an unknown grave

A little girl that was long since missing
Abducted in the night, while she slept
Never found, and they never knew
The secret that this lily had kept

Her body was moved to a graveyard
With a gravestone so everybody knows
The little girl missing has finally been found
And is resting, where the lily grows



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The only words a man needs to know
When he leaves his wedding day
Is yes dear and no dear while nodding his head
And of course whatever you say

It seems like men get dumber
When they put on that wedding ring
His house is not his castle
And He's no longer the king

He tells her, "No, your're not getting fat"
At least twenty times a day
While biting his tongue 'til he can't even talk
When her mother comes over to stay

"Take out the trash and feed the dog"
"Dont forget to mow the grass"
While taking the blame for that stinky smell
Each time she passes gas

But what happened to that make-up?
It's now a thing of the past
And now she screams "Get out of bed"
"Good morning" didn't last

They say that marriage is blissful
And there's nothing greater in life
And now you know my opinion
But I still better ask my wife

Two people sit alone at night
Underneath the lover's moon
Praying that this war will end
And to see each other soon

She knows he has to go away
For his country calls his name
She asks the Lord to keep him safe
As the early morning came

She waves goodbye one last time
As the tears fall from her eyes
Each time she sees the evening news
She hangs her head and cries

And then one sunday morning
A car pulls up outside
She falls to the floor an empty shell
Broken and lost inside

A widow sits alone at night
Underneath the lover's moon
Praying for God to take her home
To see her husband soon

A still frozen stream
Waiting for the sun to shine
Granting her freedom

I'm haunted by your memory
A ghost of things long passed
Trapped inside my hollow dreams
A love that didn't last

A spirit that taunts my very being
It will not set me free
Bound by the chains of my regrets
Its echo haunting me

I carry around this broken heart
My reward for misplaced trust
I chose to walk the path of love
But you, the path of lust

The spectre of your lying eyes
Follow where ever I go
Broken promises upon your lips
Piercing my very soul

Still haunted by your memory
No peace for me to find
Tormented by what could have been
This ghost you left behind

This color is yet to get a name
Though most have seen its hues
For some this color is not yet known
For they've yet to pay their dues

There are no words to help describe
This color we carry inside
It's never seen the light of day
In darkness, it chooses to hide

Though many have tried to define it
None can comprehend
You need the light to see the colors
But the light cannot decend

Empty spaces and hollow dreams
Encompass its outer core
Shadows of what used to be
Block the only door

This color though it has no words
Will tear your world apart
A color that has no name
Is the color of a broken heart

Love is just puzzle
Though you must admit
It makes a beautiful picture
When all the pieces fit

If the commitment piece is missing
And it's hard to find devotion
We try to find the promise piece
While still looking for emotion

Respect and trust are smaller pieces
But they make the puzzle whole
And where did I put that honesty
Does anybody know

I've finally found affection
I think it goes right here
Patience is a bigger piece
But it always disappears

To make this puzzle whole
Our work must never cease
Love becomes the picture
When we find the missing piece

Trembling in my bed tonight
I cannot close my eyes
The movie on the late, late show
Says everybody dies

Now some say I'm a scaredy cat
But tonight is Halloween
What if someone kidnaps me,
And tries to eat my spleen?

I know there's no great pumpkin
Okay, maybe there is
What if he puts a spell on me,
And tries to make me his?

And I think that there's a monster
Who lives beneath my bed
I shiver and shake and stay awake
With covers over my head

There's something outside my window
And shadows on my wall
I think I hear some rattling chains
From the ghosts that's in the hall

Right then I hear this eerie voice
And feel this clammy hand
My wife says, "Hush and go to sleep,
You're supposed to be a man"

Why must a poet write such things
Of sorrow and despair?
Does he not understand he brings
The darkness with him there?

He brings a hollow lonesome wind
That chills us to our souls
Each time he waves his mournful pen
The breeze of heartache blows

For he writes with pure emotion
Where demons sometimes sleep
He will write of his devotion
He's ever reaching deep

He will write of his rejection
He lives with every day
He knows no words of affection
His mind doesn't work that way

So write on now lonely poet
And tell us of your scars
Tell us of your lonely prison
With heartache as your bars

Awakened by your singing
Each morning at first light
I'd listen to your harmony
That you never got quite right

Smiling at your laughter
While lying in the bed
You giggling out of control
At something your sister said

I'd listen as you prayed each night
Before you went to sleep
Asking God, if you should die
Your soul for Him to keep

But now there's no more singing
No morning harmony
A house that's void of laughter
As quiet as can be

The prayer you prayed to God each night
I've hidden in my heart
The silence in this lonely house
Is truly the hardest part

No more than a ripple in time
We just keep marching on
No one left to guide us
We face this world alone

Lost without direction
We stumble into the night
Our souls reject the darkness
Ever reaching for the light

March on now weary traveler
For another day will dawn
Not knowing what tomorrow holds
Or what secrets it will spawn

If ever you see a stranger
Cross this forsaken place
Take his hand and guide him
For he too might finish this race

A dismal maze of uncertainty
Lies within our path
Our choices will determine
Is it life or is it Wrath?

It's the poet's greatest enemy
Before the words are found
For every poet hears it
And deafening, is its sound

Its voice is heard by one and all
Before the paper meets pen
An obstacle that we all must face
Before the words begin

It's the curse for every writer
No matter if you're good or bad
It can cause your words to fade away
With every thought you ever had

It's presence is always with us
No matter what we do
It can last for just a little while
Or even a month or two

It can seem like it lasts forever
As we labor throughout the night
And sometimes we can't escape
The silence before the write

"His hair is gray, with bloodshot eyes
Why does he look at me that way?"
"I've asked him his name a million times,
But he never has nothing to say"

"He just stands there watching me,
Where ever I go, he is always there"
"It's almost like he knows me,
Maybe, that's the reason he stares"

"Sometimes, he seems so familiar
I can almost recognize his face"
"Maybe we were friends a long time ago,
In a different time and place"

"But still, why wont' he speak?,
Or at least maybe tell me his name"
"Is he shy or is he just arrogant"
"Is this some kind of twisted game"

"Come away from the mirror," his daughter says
As she takes him by the hand
He says, "But why won't this person talk to me,
I just don't understand?"

Whispers haunt my dreams
With voices of the past
Our future fades away
Destined not to last

Sorrow makes its nest
In my hollow heart
Emptiness resides
And tears my soul apart

Now, a single heartbeat
Once, where there were two
Just the sound of loneliness
Whatever will I do

Broken and betrayed
Lost without direction
Cursed forevermore
To never know affection

A tomb of rejected love
Imprisoned 'til the end
The tears I cry each night
Are now my only friend

What sound is this my soul can hear?
It quakes my very being
A tear upon the curtain of time
That keeps my heart from seeing

Love is just a fading memory
An echo of a dream long past
A reflection blurred between the lines
A promise that didn't last

Has love now changed to endless pain,
Whose screams must go unheard?
My soul cries out for some relief
But no one hears a word

My heart is now a festered sore
An infection now claims my soul
A malignant curse of hollow dreams
That no one can console

Tiny pieces now left behind
Becomes a cancerous stain
Unheard screams trapped in silence
This is the sound of pain

He wonders why she left him
As he stumbles to the bed
He just needed to take a minute
Some time, to clear his head

When he got home, her clothes were gone
No note was ever found
She didn't even say goodbye
She didn't even make a sound

Married now for fifteen years
And she threw it all away
He just didn't understand it
How could she leave this way?

He opens another bottle
And takes him a couple sips
He numbs the pain like everyday
As the whiskey crosses his lips

He says, "Why didn't she leave a message?"
His head too cloudy to think
"I didn't do anything wrong", he says
And then takes another drink

The message was in the bottle
He was just to blind to see
She begged him to stop drinkin'
But it wasn't meant to be

I cannot see tomorrow
I think its run away
Afraid of the all things we've done
And the price we'll have to pay

Our future stands back watching
And counting our mistakes
Holding us responsible
For the decisions that we make

We've chased away our future
Tomorrow has simply vanished
And if there's no tomorrow
Then we are truly banished

It will not hear excuses
As to why we chose this path
It will simply disappear
And cut our world in half

I cannot see tomorrow
I think its run away
It's time to choose a different path
Or make this our last day

He wasted his talent for most of his life
Buried down deep in his soul
Knowing he had the words to heal
But no one would ever know

He could see inside a person's heart
He knew how to fix their pain
He could even find the rainbow
Each time that it started to rain

And though he had never been there
He could still understand their grief
He knew what each was looking for
And could offer a little relief

He was more than your everyday poet
For he had such a special gift
He could always bring his words to life
To set our souls adrift

There was something about the words he chose
That was simple, with understanding
His words were kind and well defined
Suggesting, but never demanding

How many lives could this poet have touched
If he would have only followed through?
Don't be afraid to write what you feel
For this poet, could even be you

A disease I've found that can't be cured
Contagious, to one and all
Your knees grow weak, your speech is slurred
Some say you even fall

It will rob you of all your memories
You can't even remember your name
Though some don't take it seriously
And been known to call it a game

It will cause you to do things you just don't do
It will literally control your mind
It can even cause you to lose your sleep
A disease that makes you blind

It will cause you to lose your appetite
Your food won't taste the same
You'll wonder why you just can't eat
This disease is surely the blame

Well, maybe by now you've figured it out
This disease I'm speaking of
The only sickness that has no cure
Is the one that we call Love

Can anybody hear these voices?
They keep calling out my name
One voice calls himself loneliness
Another, is calling himself blame

I no longer hear my heartbeat
These voices keep clouding my mind
I keep looking for a happy ending
But it seems that it's too hard to find

I can no longer see a tomorrow
The past keeps getting in the way
Regret keeps blocking my vision
I'm stuck in a revolving today

Am I the only one who can hear them?
Rejection keeps shouting outloud
I can't think with all of these voices
I need to get rid of this crowd

Denial keeps shouting my innocence
I don't know how much more I can take
Somehow this seems so familiar
The voices of another heartbreak

You had to leave, I let you go
Though I bid you stay
Late one night before sunlight
The angels took you away

The perfume on your pillow case
Brings me to our past
You're in my dreams but it always seems
They fade and never last

Your lipstick on your coffee cup
Reminds me of your smile
I know you're gone but for so long
I lived in blind denial

You used to take my breath away
When you danced across the floor
Your promenade would somehow fade
Leaving me wanting more

The birds that's in the Heavens
Still sing of our romance
So hear their tune, I'll see you soon
To dance where angels dance

It echoes in the darkness
A silent sound that's heard
Its pain cries out in agony
Without ever speaking a word

This sound is too familiar
It's known by one and all
Nothing can keep it silent
It's perfect without a flaw

The effect it has is lasting
For all of those who hear
It can even be contagious
If someone is standing near

Its sound can even be blinding
As it brings us all to tears
For some it lasts for a couple of days
While others it can last for years

No one can ever escape it
It's destined right from the start
At least once in our life, everyone will hear
The sound of a broken heart

Somewhere beyond the dying embers light
A spark of hope will rescue me
Though the flames are now long since gone
The smoke still sets me free

An eternal flame now forever silenced
But a breeze of redemption blows my way
The darkness steals your name from my lips
But you memory still beckons me stay

The fire still burns within my soul
My breath filled with the ashes of rejection
The love I feel envelopes me whole
'Til the heat has scorched my reflection

Consumed by the flame that warmed my heart
As I burn but will not die
The smoke of regret fills the empty night
As it settles through this hollow sky

A spark of hope is all that I seek
To raise these embers once more
A gentle whisper will ignite the flames
'Til again this fire shall soar

The poet tells his story
As he writes it with his heart
His feelings, his inspiration
Is where his poem starts

He tries to help us understand
His suffering and his pain
His pen and paper, his only voice
As he tries his best to explain

He labors for what seems like hours
For the words to pierce our souls
He's ever watching his meter
And the rhythm that it flows

The perfection he seeks is elusive
For it's all a matter of taste
But knowing that the words he used
Could never go to waste

For now, his soul is emptied
And his pain, somewhat diminished
He knows his relief is fleeting
And his poem remains unfinished

You see, the poet is a prisoner
To the words that fill his heart
From where his first poem ends
Is where his next poem starts

I've never seen the rain so clear
As I do when it floods her eyes
I feel the pain she's going thru
Each time my little girl cries

How do I tell her that she's dying,
That her hero can't save the day?
Some kind of hero I turned out to be
I can't even say "It's okay"

Death is something she don't understand
I don't think anybody really does
She keeps asking me, "Will it be over soon?",
And, "I want it to be like it was"

What do I tell her when she asks me this?
I just hold her hand and smile
I say, "Don't worry sunshine, I know it hurts,
It will all be over in a while"

There's nothing worse than losing a child
It will tear your world apart
She says, "Thank you daddy, for being the hero,
That I carry inside of my heart"

As she utters those final words of love
She quietly closes her eyes
I gently kiss her on top of her head
As a piece of her hero dies

Sleepless nights were made for poets
We write when we can't sleep
Emptying our souls with pen and paper
From heartache buried so deep

Haunted souls keep us awake
'Til late into the night
Our inner demons hold us captive
But freed by the words we write

Bound by thoughts our lips can't speak
Our pens, our only release
We write our pain in black and white
The colors that bring us peace

Silence fills the poet's heart
As our minds are filled with doubt
Held hostage to our agony
'Til our words come tumbling out

Finding the reason for all our pain
Our words begin to weep
Only then can the poet rest
And finally go to sleep

Pieces of my imperfection
Lie hopelessly on display
The inner me I've come to know
Breaks a little more each day

The air I breathe is poison
Contaminated by my fear
Each breath I take, my lungs reject
Knowing you're not here

Loneliness invades my crippled mind
And deprives me of my sleep
The night, reserved for reflection
All the memories that I weep

I'm not whole without your smile
And your touch that says I'm real
An empty vessel cracked and worn
Too damaged to ever feel

The you in me gave me life
I was the lost that you had found
I was the one who died today
Though they laid you in the ground

If tomorrow I should pass away,
What would my last thoughts be?
Would I think of all the harm I've caused,
Throughout my history?

Would my whole life flash before me,
Like they say, when someone dies?
Would I think of all the dreams I missed,
That I couldn't realize?

Would I leave behind a thousand regrets?
Or things I should have done?
Would I think of all the plans I made,
That hadn't yet begun?

Would I wish for maybe one more day,
To right things that were wrong?
To put things in their proper place
Where proper things belong

If tomorrow I should pass away,
What would my mind review?
I'd think myself a lucky man
'Cause my thoughts would be of you