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ROBERT W KODAMA Dec 2015
i do not know,
i can not see,
i only use the things you bring to me.
i feel your pain,
i know the strain
shiftn winds blow us about,
i scream your name,
you can not hear

i cling so tight,
so you wont come about
  its killin me to die this way
hope is what i have
for a brighter day
i see your face,
in the leaves that twist
gone are the days we sang in the mist
i shake my fist at the lord above,
for he certainly showed no love,
that i can see.
i use my smile,
as a shroud, alone in this crowd.
i wither everyday,
there is nothing anyone can say
they only know what they see
they can not see me
i feel i have ceased to exist
so now as i twist,
with these thoughts of you
i feel you kiss, as you....as you... as you..
so i take my fist and bang your door,
where you are no more.
i stomp my feet, kick the covers
without you there are no others
i am comforted that they will never know
the pain
this hole you left is oh so real
i can not even feel
feelings robbed
so numbbed i dare not start.
......i will live as broken shells
tossed about,
to build anew
i will be someone's first sandcastle,
there first covered feet
i will sing this heart so full
then when its all so quite
i will hear you
all about.
dancing about the surf and rain
so calm again,
i can feel me
coming about
tact to the right
coming about
tact to the left
coming about
watch the the boom
we are coming about.
ROBERT W KODAMA Dec 2015
Old women dien
young baby cryn
is there any rest for the weary tonite
yes
brought by the moonlight
my head is poundn
my tears are moundn
shoutn to heaven
as i hold back the lightn strike
wheres the rest for the weary tonite
preacher may say
shes headn the other way
if thats the case
then make a place
for my withered soul
theres no denyn
so stop your testifin
the old lady is dien
309's comin on line
i can hear the whistle whine
we see the mothers worry
as the daughters hurry
line my nest
grow your roots
as time will pass
love is all that last
as i shout to heaven
why me
why me
the crazy answer
came so clear
why not
why not
so go and let it be
the end
ROBERT W KODAMA Dec 2015
my mind is racing
my steps retracing
the stars i'm chasing
all lead back to start
START

Heart is aching
mind needs baking
all leads back to start
need the wind
to feed me again
bring me back to
start
i got to ride
to look inside
i gotta take the time
to find the line
bring me back to
start
i'm gonna run the race
enjoy the pace
bring me back to
start
outta time
lost my mind
one more time
look inside
feel my pain
know my name
get me back to
START
win this time
its gonna be my last time
get me back to
start
lost it all
at the end of the hall
rubber room
bouncing my ball
someone make me
STOP.

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