The darker armor
sits still on the stand. sharp blood dripping sword clenched in it’s fist.
when my eyelids close
you flit away again today when the sky darkens the devil unburdens giving all his sorrow to me behind the curtains when the night is deep the angels sleep and with their consciousness goes the secrets they keep when it begins to rain it marks the return of the pain eating away at my brain when you hear the start of the etude on comes the solitude and you find it awfully rude and when i'm done writing this poem the colors will fade away all of the hope sinking into the gray for when it's typed and i can lock the box and put it away i will have to return to a day of dismay
we speak them, but do we always mean, what we speak? words. they can brighten, but, they darken as well. words. they are complicated. is it easier just to not, speak at all? (l.j.t.)
Give me water nurture me
Leave me in the sun so I may feel warmth Watch me grow although I notice not Love me when some parts darken and wither away Admire me although I don’t see my own vibrancy Bring me inside when the weather is not too temperate
— The End —