In the darkest hour When loneliness threatens My soul I feel your arms Surround me

This orb you hold Grasped tightly in your hand Sapping the life... the strength From its miserable youth... It beats not for life

Creation in it’s magnificence A prism of all hues Nature’s beauty at it’s finest Captivating muse Flowers bloom in shades of color

Can’t sleep Can’t wake up I’ve been rendered A title on my forehead Rather than dead

I fear she is drowning in an ocean of sadness... She... Has finally allowed the flotsam Of loss to engulf her

Shackled Mortal Fondle your feeble mind That is a stigma Imprinted on your flesh Weakened your soul

Cry in despair She tries hard to forget Memories fill her soul crushing her in defeat Wishing for solace...

You watched With eyes like thunder The spinning rumors Buzzing like pesky flies It renders you giddy

Stare the chaos Look in the sky Can you see that See how clouds cry Can you feel their sorrow

Many times Tears are shed Does it make us dead? Life that tears can create.

The famous quote... I’m sure you all can finish that s… So it seems like the truth. Metaphorically speaking. Throw the stones.

I can’t control myself anymore. Close my eyes and sleep. Shake the fears away. Take long deep breaths in and out. Or think about anything positive.

A fading hope Like wasted dreams Spiraling down... Molting feathers... Leaving scars...

In the shadows of this life My tears cry out for you tonight Father, Father... Can you hear me? I’ve lost my way to call my home