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.I'm lost.
To Find a LightThe world doesn't need me.It has enough poets.Artists.Filmmakers.My hope is my lover,Who's angel heartHolds my head aboveThe water to stop meDrowningIn 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, thoughI do not see themOr feel their warmthBut I sense their presence.For these lights are the people whoCare, but I have lost my ability to see.The ones who hold me, who calm meWhen I'm weepingScreamingImages in my head so vivid.So alive.Memories of a distant past thatHaunt me.I know they are thereI know they see meClear as skies.But their reach is hard to graspFumbling in the dark.