there is a heavy stillness in the silence
that precedes the words of man
who thinks he is right

Why hide behind,
the shadows?
when,
there's so much to see,
when,
your heart's blazing,
with dreams,
untold.

They won't get it,
it's okay,
to be that lonely star
in the dark,
shadows of the world.

"I love poetry",
                        I say
                                 as I sit
                                             crying
                                                       in my bed.
                                                                         Love
                                         what these words
                         do to me.
The feelings
                     that I get
                                      in my body
                                                     and my head.

Pain hours