I feel it
The spontaneous and wonderful hope
That hangs in the air with each breath
With each lingering word comes "if"
Because every action is a fork in the road
And that fork leads to more of its kind
And as you stand there on the verge of each decision

I feel it
The spontaneous and wonderful hope
But a fork is a fork for a reason
And on the other side is a horrible fear
Because a hope is just a hope
A longing that you turn the right way
The way that will land you on a rainbow with a smile on your face

I feel it
The spontaneous and wonderful hope
And the potential for it to be
Absolutely
Destroyed

Dance with me
Demon
For I am a poet
And I will dream on

My dreams may be nightmares
That you dragged along
But I'll use my pen
And make them a song

Everyone had demons
But I am a poet
And through words
I will show it

I fight with my demons
Just like you
But for a few short lines
I'll dance with them too

I will wander
Through forests deep
Standing under moonlight
Watching shadows creep

They'll dance on the edge
Out the corner of my eye
They tug at my sleeves
As I wander by

Soon I will leave
The forests behind
And my dreams with the shadows
For others to find

I could dance with sunlight
Or sing to the sky
I could stare at the clouds
Wishing to fly

I could dream of the blue
That paints sunlit skies
But a dance with the sunlight
Is full of goodbyes

It is warm and lively
All day long
But as soon as it sets
You must pause the song

I will dance with the dark
And under the moon
I shall never say
"See you again soon"

Even in the day
If in a shadow it be
This soft whispering song
Is for the darkness and me

Do you see it,
The weight I bare
The pencil in my hand
And the smile hardly there

Salted tears
Become my ink
And the timer runs fast
On my time to think

The tip of my pen
That I struggle to pull
Is denser than gold,
The weight of a soul

Envy my work
And the words that I say
But you will never envy
The price that I pay

A pat for a pat
Or an eye for an eye
I scratch creativity's back
And it leaves me to die

Tears burn like fire
At two in the morn
But choking on sobs
To silence I'm sworn

With tears as my ink
Now littered on the page
Each word is a needle
And each line a cage

Inspiration is fleeting
Do not take it light
For we so named poets
Our genius is our blight

It's looming again
Over my shoulder
Watching everything I do
It's weight like a boulder

A clenching of my chest
A shortness of my breath
A slowness to my steps
And a wishing for death

Gripping at me hair
As tears run down my face
Screaming out my lungs
Pleading to get out of this place

It's looming again
It's eyes waiting for a chance
Looking for a reason
To start another dance

Fear is on the floor
Bowing at my feet
Asking for a dance
This dance is my defeat

Trust
Is paper thin
And you can't think of it
As a second skin

It takes time to build
And like a wall
Removing one piece
Can make it fall

Built up for years
And destroyed in a day
Betraying it
Is never okay

It physically hurts
When trust is shattered
Because it showed
Someone once mattered

Trust
Will remain scarred
Once wounded
Forever marred.