A touch of somber,
I’d like to lose,
A melancholy,
I didn’t choose,
A whisper of pain,
Just barely said,
Momentary doubt,
And constant dread,
Rejection festers,
Betrayal stings,
When lies like acid,
Destruction brings,
The Tower falling,
Exhaustion, pain,
Exchanging my hope,
For winter’s rain.

JHenry

And storms may come, obscure the day,
The sky to weep it’s bitter tears,
Though darkness reigns, there is a way,
A hope that’s found within the fears,
A winding path, through gnarled trees,
With thorns and brambles catching skin,
A horizon lost on blackened seas,
And waves that hit who dares to swim,
The darkest night will show the stars,
They’re shining brighter from the black,
As does a soul riddled with scars,
There never was a turning back.

JHenry

I feel the water through my fingers,
I chase serenity and peace,
And what I wanted how it lingers,
A dream forgotten, doesn’t cease.
Though the catacombs were winding,
The water still came rushing in,
And the guideposts I was finding,
Hadn’t shown me how to swim,
Getting deeper, fear of drowning,
Emotions swirling in the dark,
Only seconds, downward counting,
In the wet there is no spark,
With the night sky up above me,
The forest air I thought I’d found,
A cavern’s ceiling, I blink to see,
And a past of tombs, all around,
Another turn, though convoluted,
I’m quite at home, here in the black,
Thunder roaring, lightning muted,
Twisting, bending, going back,
When the moon rose, light in darkness,
I break the surface, gasp the air,
And swim for shore, follow madness,
The land is burning in despair.

JHenry

I look at the red sun setting, as night creeps slowly in,
Is this the final ending? Or is this where I begin?
On the brink the whole world teeters, a fall will lose it all,
But a leap to fly forever! And how the sky does call,
Eternity to shatter, and the day it will subside,
We are on the edge together, here where our fates collide,
One to stand in ruins, an illusion lost in the night,
One to jump in darkness, and turn a plummet into flight.
But the dawn that follows evening, remembers all to well,
The emptiness, the losses, a red sun to rise in Hell.

JHenry

The wind begins to slither, finding openings to my room,
Something moves along the window, touches of impending doom,
Growing larger, ever closer, above my lying form to loom,
I wake up in the night,
The darkness is alive now, my bright eyes stare into the veil,
Catching motion, is it blowing? Or somehow rising up through Hell?
The chiming ever louder, and the cause I ache to tell,
So little in my sight,
The still of the night is deadened,  waiting, waiting, dare I lay?
Suddenly, the birds are chirping, can they drive this dark away?
My heart to slow, my soul at ease, surer of the coming day,
So soon there will be light,
But will I see it? Moving forward, my hand to grasp upon the knife,
Peering, searching through the darkness, can I **** what don’t hold life?
Chirping, chiming, growing louder, the wind it rises, seductive, rife,
As I walk into the night.

JHenry