Hope

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Endless screaming from the ones repealed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

Aside

And all the worry and fear I despise

Will finally

Entirely

Subside.

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Today

A laugh, a smile, a burst of light

Quickly killed by the sand inside

I parade alive, but the stars have died;

I’m sorry, which me was i supposed to

Be

This time?

Drowning from up above

It is hard to weep in light, my

Sadness craves the night

past time when I am long alone, when skydark hits and mutes the known

I cry softly on my own.

I did not know that stones

Could feel.

When will this grief stop its roaming, and settle

more quietly into a home? I cannot

be like this much longer or my tears

will fill my lungs.

I’m drowning from above, and no one

Has offered me any way up

To see the sky and breathe again

To where the sea is not flooding my oxygen

And cursing my skin with its sting.

I would love to care about such trivialities

Homesick

We weep bitterly, sickly
At all the suffering on earth
Our hearts most finely tuned to death
And the successive flood of hurt.

I weep like glass is in my veins
I cry and scream til sorrow stains
My soul and leaves me haunted, pained
Like the flood will tear my heart away.

We shake our fists at God
We break our teeth with grinding
How could you? How could you

The aching is crescendoing 
My pain is overwhelming

Yet I do not stand alone. 
This was never my home.