The Motions of LifeGoing through the motions of life.
Living. Not breathing. Not here.
Just a faded echo.
Emotions lost. Just guilt.
Why me? Why me.
I don't want to say goodbye.
It hurts. I can't forget. I'm lost.
I want to forget. Why did you do it?
Why did you hurt me?
Concrete walls encage the heart.
Crushing it when it tries to grow.
You made these walls, not I.
To vanish. Beautiful peace. Beautiful endless peace.
No more suffering or hurt. No more pain or sleepless nights.
Too many hands. Too many villains.
To Find a LightThe world doesn't need me.
It has enough poets.
My hope is my lover,
Who's angel heart
Holds my head above
The water to stop me
In this great pool of tears.
My shrunken body,
Lost in darkness,
My only company a small light;
My love who guides me.
There are other lights, though
I do not see them
Or feel their warmth
But I sense their presence.
For these lights are the people who
Care, but I have lost my ability to see.
The ones who hold me, who calm me
When I'm weeping
Images in my head so vivid.
Memories of a distant past that
I know they are there
I know they see me
Clear as skies.
But their reach is hard to grasp
Fumbling in the dark.