I confess
happiness is his
With a wall so high
arms fill with emptiness
In tattered shreds
My palpitating heart skips
Barely beating
hit and miss

The most wicked
unimaginable pain
caused by...

nothing to the naked eye

a wretched
and broken lie

to a child
to a teen
even to an adult being

is this

*"I can do it, but you can't"

Its like a black hole
Engulfing your conscious
Slowly
without much Effort
******* life
as if it were unimportant
Depression sets in
as easy as a breeze
Flowing
Through the leaves
Shivering gently
Some falling to the ground
trampled
Beneath feet
Tears slide
No gush
as waterfalls do
Flooding fingers
(Whispers)
Only for awhile
Hopelessness sets in
Acceptance
Despair
Alert to reality
Of stolen memories
Taken like nothing
Leaving nothing
No longer
With
Only without

Strings and sticks
holding
About their wrists
about their feet
You command
"dance!"
they do
Its fear
You tell them it's love
Of course
Writing their verse
Sticks & strings
holding
Tighten the grip
You believe
In love with control
Influence and such things
Tightly holding on
To something
You see
like a stage
A performance
entertainment
purposed

The one above you
Sees you

Puppets are toys
And toys are for children
Showing
Yourself a child
Playing
Until the toys,
The children,
The grass,
The air,
The food,
The dirt are useless
Ruining
What does not
belong to you