The night holds a devious gift
There’s whispers
There’s nightmares
And shadows that shift,

I do feel safe
But not for long
As the nights get longer
The fear grows strong,

Will I be hurt?
Are they out to get me?
I want to feel safe
But paranoia won’t let me.

Thoughts beautifully carved into words that touch the heart,
in a poet’s mind,
what you see is just a part,
of the tangle of feelings,
and trying to find some meaning,
what stays in our minds,
and the ease we seem to find,
in expressing our thoughts,
our thoughts beautifully, carefully, carved into words that touch the heart.

going home isn’t always
returning to a place.
sometimes
it is returning to yourself.

where hate ain't between us,

and my soul stands still,

from a sad seat of rust.

where seas of time stand rough,

when skins aren't just weapons,

just to justify us.

i can't see you in moonlight,

but i'll catch you in the rain.

only spoken words can keep me sane.