If you ever feel that you are frightened,
by barks, intimidating.
Do not fight, ignore or repress your feelings.

If your inner-walls detain you. Imprisoned.
And you seize. It is because,
your rage within, will leave you beaten.

If the dark arts can't ever be enlightened,
start off, illuminating,
your life's canvas, with your soul's graffiti.

If cold, bitter winters leave you stricken,
stiffen your fingered gloves,
and reach for your extra cover, fleecy.

Life's the hard part, please,
know, that the unliving's easy.

Strife's a scarred heart, please,
be careful, when it is given freely.

Be careful and know that,
the windowed moments,
of living pane,
will be mirrored,
in the reflections,
of every anguished,
droplet of rain,
and as they descend,
upon the ground,
in puddles, lain,
they'll pool together,
a collective of absorbing grief,
in
angels'
****-
tered
sky-
falled
tears,
cried from the heavens,
again, and again,
and again.

© poormansdreams