He helped drag me
up from the pit of despair
as no other would
How much loyalty
does that warrant?
His unhappiness
chips away at my armor
I hate his unhappiness
and my uselessness
I yearn for happiness
and contentment
But, his sorrow
erodes it
leaving frustration
and anger in its wake
as I sit and wonder
how long does it
take for love
to die?

Yours is the touch of an angel
Such virtue within you flows
Like a pure mountain stream
You quench my thirsty soul
You’re my source of kindness
You bring me to my knees
I pray your dreams all come true
And your spirit remains free

Lost in the shadows
Are the building blocks
Of the dark poets

Pre-operational
Innocence
Trying to fit in
But the dysfunctions
Left wounds
And walls within

The ignorance of societies
Left its mark
Condemning
Then branding
The misguided heart

Subconscious reaction
Ideologies that captivate
And disturb the measure
Of normal
Thus
The Dark Poet
Was born...

Our hopes for you may fall short
Of the dangers of life’s desires
And although you may not see it now
This world is a consuming fire

Yet we will always have room for you
In our hearts and in our home
A place for you to stop and rest
From the long and weary road