Mountains cloaked in misty fog,
Far too invested in holding up the sky,
To crumble.

Light burns the frigid frost,
As the pale moon begins to fade.
Lonely is the moss that witnesses,
These vaulted measures of pain
Through suffering.

How many pebbles,
Make a mountain strong?
Or do the people ever realize,
Their propensity?

Failure is a game,
Each person will play
And despair is the summer grass
In which we lay.

For there is no retracting,
The violent light,
As hope burns screaming
Through a lonely night.

She weeps not for the shore
As distance creates a shadow
She embraces the current
Becoming the wave
And gently pushes her sea home

She chases not the sun
As the day is put to rest
She is the moonlight
That cradles the stars
Tightly to her *******

She yearns not
Her pain-streaked tears
That fall below her feet
She is the soil beneath her toes
Her pain now colors the tree

She worries not
The flowers' bloom
Or the leaves that fall like rain
She is the wind
That will kiss the ground
And sweep it all away

World with no leaders
A world with no bankers......... shhhh
There would be no War

Why is it that I'm never be seen?
I'm the only one that doesn't  gleam,
Through my joyful, happy disguise,
Can't you see the pain in my eyes?

Though still I have friends,
But I locked in my head,
Hurtful words they never said.

You made me feel worthless,
Like I'm the odd one out,
But on the inside,
I have won.

And at the end of the day
When the shades have been drawn
When the lights have been dimmed

When the doors are closed,
When the bed is ready for you to crawl in
When a single candle burns on your nightstand

At the end of the day,
When you have shut the world out
When you have fallen to your knees

When you are all alone
When you are naked
When you are shivering before your God

When your tears fall so fast
And your voice rattles and is unrecognizable
Like an old car engine about to die

I hope, I pray
That with an empty breath, a squeak, a sigh
You say, after all you have seen, felt, and heard

*You are still good.