I worry
For the unmoving mountain
Unable to move an inch
In the midst of an earthquake.
The shaking ground
Does not mean to destroy it
But it cannot be helped
When some things
Are just so obstinate.
They must survive
Or crumble.

The earth is changing beneath us all.
When the dust has settled,
Nothing will ever be the same.
Fall apart or carry on.

And then he wrote
Wrote poems built from faith and wisdom

And then she wrote
Wrote poems built from heart ache and tears

If only he'd notice her suffer
If only she'd let him see her pain

Do you realize 
the impact you have
on those around you? 

The smile you gave
that waitress filling coffee
changed her perspective.

The young boy
that looks up to you
shapes his life after yours. 

The pastor who watched 
you grow up 
finds purpose.

The friend you met
at summer camp
smiles remembering. 

The song you wrote
alone in your room
is someone's anthem. 

That speech you gave
for extra credit
broke someone's addiction.

The time you prayed
for an impartation
empowered her to speak.

You don't realize
the effect you have
on everyone around you. 

Don't dare 
give up
on them.

I think about you. A lot. When I think about you, I find myself writing; writing about you. The things we've done together. The things I imagine we could do together. Even some of my dreams about you. And as I was thinking and writing about you. I realized that you are my muse. You are the one who inspires my thoughts, my dreams, writing, and my one wish [you]. You inspire me with everything you do. My Muse.

We share the same fate you and I. I never knew you, yet we are the same.. Master's to our feelings.. we let them show..  Overbearing they were.. Now we must go.. However I'm lining up permanent question marks for unanswered questions. A discord in our hearts, seem to be testing us, truth please respond. This imitation freedom is not what we wished for. Were you trembling haven forgotten your name don't worry, I know everything about you, even if tears won't come out, I'll cry for you. You were too much Roscoe.. To many issues for one to handle, a perfect disorder of emotions. Only my eyes can see the truth, I bet you wish you could too.
Should of stop.. the trauma of your past you should of forgot. But you couldn't could you, now the one you love was taken from you... You were cast away you did too much.. now you can't stay. Don't worry we share the same fate. We only have ourselves to blame.