Darkness, despair, emptiness, alone,
Solitude, depression, fatigue, confusion,
Nobody worries if you don't answer your phone, 
Nobody cares that your smile's just an illusion.

Your mind seeks out refuge in a most sinister place,
Your confidence gone, you feel you are worthless,
So many ignorant of the pain in your face,
So many so called friends quite simply couldn't care less.

You cry out for help, but nobody hears,
You reach out for hope, but none can you find,
Nobody listens as you pour out your fears, 
Nobody cares about your scared, lonely mind.

The times you have been there for friends most in need,
The hours you have sat there as they poured out their woes,
But now that you need them, for help you won't plead,
As alone you must fight off your depression born foes.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2014

The sands of time just roll on by,
From birth to death, we live we die,
The sands of time care not a jot,
We live to die, that is our lot.

The sun and moon both rise and set,
Their sands of time are not done yet,
The sands of time roll on forever,
To defy their march, a mortal endeavour.

Time and tide they have no foe,
With sands of time along they go,
The age of man itself is brief,
Compared to tree, we are the leaf.

The sands of time are not a beach,
Instead a future out of reach,
They are our future, they are our past,
They are our memories, built to last.

Be we young, or be we old,
They are our stories, as yet untold,
Through the hourglass of time, the sands they seep,
Until the time our loved ones weep.

A future shared, a certain death,
The day we take our final breath,
Our body empty, a soul forlorn,
Those sands of time, they will not mourn.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation

I’d like to tell a tale so grim,
Don’t pray for hope, mere foolish whim,
“Beware to all who enter here,
The trees themselves can sense your fear”

A place where ghouls and goblins wait,
For lonely travellers to seal their fate,
A place where hope has long since gone,
And eternal darkness lingers on.

I would not suggest you stop and rest,
March on my friend, I think that’s best,
Danger hides in every tree,
You doubt my word, just wait and see.

An unearthly stench wafts through this wood,
The demons sense your rich warm blood,
I urge you not to pitch your tent,
Heed my warning, it is well meant.

No sweet spring blooms will greet your path,
Anything of beauty incurs such wrath,
No sound of birds to fill the air,
A joyous song, they would not dare.

There is no sun, nor gentle breeze,
You won’t find safety among these trees,
The air is still, the air is calm,
With creatures here to cause you harm.

You feel the cold, your icy breath,
As in your footsteps follows death,
He’ll strike you down without a thought,
Tread carefully, this path has dangers fraught.

These woods are thick, their area vast,
Travellers stare, afraid, aghast,
But do not stop, no do not dwell,
For this could be a living hell.

The creatures here have but one goal,
They want to claim your very soul,
To bring an end to your miserable days,
They’re able to do this in a myriad of ways.

So heed both my warning and the sign,
Turn back from here while you have the time,
The reason they call it the Weeping Wood?
No weep of willow, but travellers’ blood.

From roaring seas, to rolling hills,
At one with nature, cures all my ills,
Through green of grass, or blue of sky,
I close my eyes and hear natures cry.

From song of bird, to buzz of bee,
Nature’s voice is clear to me,
Through breath of wind, or tear of rain,
Our planet tries to show her pain.

We bleed her dry, we **** her land,
As profit and greed, go hand in hand,
Despite all she offers to help us live,
We still demand for more to give.

Too many live lives just for today,
While Mother Earth is left to pay,
Now is the time to save tomorrow,
Or the age of man will end in sorrow.

I sit besides the waters edge,
For thoughts and reasons, my mind I dredge,
The winter wind blows hard and chill,
But here I sit and wonder still.

No answers to my questions why,
Despite how many times I try,
Each one I find has many flaws,
But to no avail, the choice was yours.

The things you said I will not say,
Our time together now cast away,
Yes it’s true, things moved so fast,
But did that mean it couldn’t last?

New friends I made, please say goodbye,
As now it seems it’s time to fly,
There is so much I need to say,
But I’ll take that pain and fuel my day.

The scent of smoky factory plumes,
As deep inside my anger fumes,
The lighthouse catches the winter sun,
To try and stop me feeling glum.

So now it’s time to start anew,
Of times like these, I’ve had a few,
And that is why I’ve penned this verse,
To stop my mood from getting worse.

The old man he sits there pale and gaunt,
His face all scarred, built only to haunt.
The young kids look with dread and fear,
The older ones just taunt and sneer.

Parents look on at him with a scowl,
The braver ones they’ll speak with a growl.
Look at him, he’s a freak and a ******,
He doesn’t belong here the ***** old peado.

Nobody dares to ask his name,
Nobody cares for the reason he came.
They cannot see his lonely tears,
His voice will not carry above their jeers.

His life destroyed while still in his prime,
Himself a victim of a terrible crime.
His children were taken by a beast from afar,
A stupid old drunk, in control of a car.

Two innocent children just walking from school,
Recalled back to heaven, thanks to that selfish drunk fool.
So that old man in the park you are looking to blame,
May simply be, just releasing his pain.

We are all quick to judge when we see things we fear,
Or if we feel threatened for those we hold dear.
But once in a while, just stop and take heed,
For the person we fear, may be the person in need.