Freedom can be found floating above.
Independence and grace, soaring like a dove.
But unlike the bird, we all must come down.
The fall from the clouds to this gloomy town.

You can try to stay up there.
But the cloud will evaporate into air.
The descent back down to Earth is fast.
The impact is one that will surely last.

Swallow the sadness with a liquid friend.
But that moment of happiness will quickly end.
Destruction and despair will surely follow.
Then the purging will make you hollow.

What solemn truths are you trying to hide?
What horrible pasts control such a ride?
Instead of cowardice, confront your foes.
And rid yourself of such deadly woes.

The lightning that I saw in your eyes,
Couldn’t match the thunder in your heart.
And in this storm that we call love,
The torrential downpour was just the start.

The flooding of guilt that was to come,
Could break the levy of almost any man.
The darkness in the skies gave no hope,
No rising dawn appeared in this plan.

So I stood my ground while it crumbled,
And the Earth gave way below me.
For my final breath, I released a cry.
“Is this all you wanted from me?”

The look in your eye showed the storm had passed,
And the tides had shifted back.
Then we began to rebuild again.
Nature’s course is back on track.

Happiness is a warm gun I've heard.
Also that **** is such a friendly word.
Two song references back to back.
Keeping my repetition on track.

Wordplay is fun, in fact it's a game.
Some would say that love is the same.
But those that feel that way are broken hearted.
Because the ones they loved have since departed.

My mind's grown stale from not writing in so long.
Forgetfulness truly lies within the ****.
So I'll refresh, and continue this little play on words.
Thoughts a flutter, like the exodus of birds.

So my dreams come to me, and I'll let them in.
I promise you that they aren't full of sin.
The biblical references will now end here.
And so will this poem, as it's conclusion has drawn near.

I’m sick of all the *******, I’m sick of all the lies.
I’m through with listening to your rhetoric; your words are now fallen cries.
We’ve all been beaten, bloodied, and battered before.
But shattering lives won’t even the score.
It’s time to hit them where it hurts the most.
Their pride, their ego, that callous entitlement they boast.
So given the chance, would you do it again?
The ends and the means are both on the mend.

Loneliness, darkness, enclosing around you.
Suffocating your thoughts and mind, what do you do?
Illuminate your aura, ignite the passion you once held dear.
Release it all into action, react within, and hold no fear.

Feelings of pain are the hardest to let go.
Why is this? Because they are the most hurtful to know.
Tearing you bare, these feelings released are primal and raw.
And there is nothing to be done, for this is natural law.

After this, all of your heart and mind will be truly free.
Your inner self will finally open their eyes and see.
This inner sight will show and the colors will be bright.
And your radiance from all of this will truly be a sight.

An expression of self is all I can do.
As the viewer, it is up to you.
You can either read what I say.
Or you can let my words fade away.

Either way, I'll continue to write.
Tweak with wordplay until it's right.
Although you were once my biggest fan.
I guess your interests changed with your plan.

I'll figure it out one day, and then I'll know.
That this wasn't how it was supposed to go.
But I'll still be here, writing alone.
So go ahead, leave your message at the tone.