Though it may be cruel
I somehow am fooled
Her departure in heartache
I never understood

Though I suppressed
What I try to hold inside
your hand brought forth
A part of me that had died

Should’ve been guarded
For I knew what was to be
To my own folly I relinquish
Fully venerable to thee

I felt too much in her summer gaze
as her undertow ****** me in
blinded in the waters
entraped in her waves

Though I long to be free
To escape from the mind
I travel onward haunted
Like the days I left behind

Though I am made a fool
I cannot help but to think
The coldness that follows
Eternally to be truly hollow

To heaven I question
Why must I face dismay?
To God above I wish to
Take this life away

I do not want to walk alone
For there is no joy in such
Forever I am reminded
Of the pain to be ensued

When it seems as though
The human coil is unravelling
And we have peaked
Our R.EM of creativity
And we seem awash
In half-baked positive negativity
And the whole world seems
To be drowning in self-induced sleep
While even the watcher's
Seem to have both eyes closed. . .

Turn this thing around
And open bloodshot eyes.
Stop your own unravelling
And delve deeper into creativity.
Strengthen the bonds
Of your own exclusive sphere.
Allow your peaceful world to dawn
Though the outside world drowns
In its own exclusive pool of fears.  

     --Daniel Irwin Tucker