Whoa, what bitterness is this
Whose twisted thoughts have I trekked in?
Surely this darkness isn’t mine,
This want for aching, wasted time
Someday I’ll be solid, healed
Someday the nightmares won’t be there to steal
If the nights are silent, the days reveal
Endless screaming from the ones repealed
Some time night and day alike
Will toss their haunting-juggling storms
And all the worry and fear I despise
Something, but empty
The anxiety wriggles and vines.
Curling leaves that shimmer and bleed
And shower my skull in their crying.
Help me, please, my nothingness screams
I ache for a respite from the chaos investment
Nobody truly knows
Our hearts get sad when we wander from home
and the chains that anchor us loosen and groan
so why now that I am here and safe
I wish to roam and get lost and un-known
I want my heart to weaken and bleed
let it scream
let me go
Nothing speaks like distance, wreaks
The Missing ever sullenly.
It wriggles, worms and vines
Its fingers curl and find
The shivers in your heart where silver ribbons sing and rhyme.
The question swims in mire of miles,
The ‘maybe’ hangs in thought
Of heartaches formed by spinning stars
Which, creaking, buy their lot
Of lovelorn roads and Wandering loads
That crush the doubt inside.
Why, contemplation leaves me low
And bitter hearts still seek the cold.
I lose myself in time and sleep
An exhausted spirit is all I keep.
So let me in to warm my feet
And sit awhile beside the flames.
At once to rest and speak in peace
Forever safe in Your embrace.
I nod my head and fire climbs high
My eyelids flicker low.
I’m no longer out in the bitter cold —
You smile and drape over me Your coat.
So many loves;
An ache, a pain, a constant throb
Yet somehow you’ve managed to be
A combination of all three.
We write to still the waves that break us up deep inside
We write to mourn the lives of those who’ve gone so long ago
With every rhyme I say goodbye
To someone I never knew;
With every word I don’t deserve
To breathe while others bleed.
I hate my human skin
For the evils it’s witnessed
I hate my perfect eyes
For their clarity of sight
I hate my strong young bones
For their ability to fight
I hate the fact that I can afford
To cry over foolish boys
While men turned sour from hate and power
Destroy such precious lives.
I hate us all, I want the evil
To be imprisoned in their own bones
But love calls me to set healing free
And so my prayers encircle the world.