Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Walls of Fear

The problem with building walls throughout life is that they can be built so high that the one building them cannot see over, through, or around these walls. 

The builder of the wall becomes lost and self absorbed behind these walls, feeling safe from the world.  Very few possess the ability to penetrate these walls and if they do get inside, it is only for a brief moment. 

A gate or opening of some kind might have been built in, maybe it is just a crack, but the builder has not found the way out, bound by fear and confusion, exhausted by strife. 

Friday, April 25, 2014

I Am

I am deeply depressed
I am mournfully sad
I am surrounded by a cloud of grief
I am not quite sure where to find my relief
I am quite certain of this cold deep ache in my heart
I am quite certain of which whence it did start
I am so cold that it chills me deep in my bones
I am so sorrowful like the lonely wind how it moans
I am so frustrated I cannot make it go away

I am so mad, so mad, I did not get another day 

Monday, January 27, 2014


My head hurts, from banging it against a wall
My shoulders hurt, from the load I carry
My elbows hurt, from reaching out
My knees hurt, from bending down
My neck hurts, from turning the other cheek
My brain hurts, from trying to make sense of it all
My fingers hurt, from working them to the bone
My feet hurt, from carrying the entire load

My chest hurts, from the burden I bear 

Friday, January 17, 2014

I Do Not Have a Clue

I do not know if I am coming or going
I have no clue if it is night, or if it is day
I have thoughts that blur, without emotion
I feel trapped, with no words to say
I am stuck in a chaotic world
I seem helpless in so many ways
I found what I was searching for
I have watched it slowly decay
I will attempt to write a new page

I will make it neat, no disarray


Darkness, darkness, shadows and pain
As deafening as the pounding of a summer's rain
No way out, no light can be found
Screaming at the top of my lungs, I utter not a sound
No sense can be made, no truth can be told
What dwells beside me makes me old
Before my time I will be departed
Payment for something I should not have started


I was given a box of darkness, it started to consume my soul
I looked for the joy that life would give, I found an empty hole
This darkness swept upon me, I did not stand a chance
This darkness is so overwhelming, no more does life make sense
I cannot express my anguish, I cannot make a change
I cannot find the exit now
I know I am to blame