Language fails me when it comes to
Disaster
So I can not discuss the disaster known
As myself
But I know you understand in someway
Or another
And I will never take that for granted
Thank you
Your messages mean the world to me
I hope you know
You have calmed me from so many  
Heights
That I would have rather jumped from
The gift
Of sleep you have given me on most of
My restless nights
Thank you for talking to me each night
Thank you
For taking time from your day to garentee
I'm ok
But just as you are the shoulder to my
Tears
I wish to be the shoulder and light to
Your fears
Whatever monsters whisper in your ear
Will disappear
The shadows that hover over you in your
Sleep
Will meet an unkindly fate
I will be
The disaster to strike down your worst Demons
But for now all I can do it try.