5/6/2002

Desperate hour of darkness,
Lingering at night.
Drowning in my sorrows,
Giving in without a fight.

Waters of anguish like tidal waves,
Permeate my soul.
To escape from the torture,
Someday is my goal.

Seething little moments,
Being tossed and turned.
Some may say it is as it should,
and I have lived and learned.

Lived and learned, that I have.
I've got the scars to prove.
All of them are hiding,
Not one, willing to move.

They are my very company.
They are my un-kind friend.
Depths that submerge too deep.
How will they ever mend?

4/10/2002

If I were a painter,
I'd paint many a great scene.
I'd paint the way of my life,
I'd paint bitterness by a stream.

Pictures of my frailty,
Pictures of a beast.
All of which, a part of me,
Much of which matters least.

I'd use the essence of the sun,
To show the stinging pain.
The lighting bolt across the sky,
Representing bitterness in vain.

The delicate petals of a rose,
Yet the thorns forever stay.
The leaves of the autumn tree,
That fall along the way.

Wilted flowers on the ground,
Deadened by the sun.
Clouds are drifting over,
Darkness has begun.

2/14/2002

Breathe peace upon my face,
Let me inhale it in.
Whisper calmness through my chest,
Allow serenity to begin.

Release the grips that have hold of me,
Tell them to let me loose.
Let me float away from pain,
Please take away the noose.

I'm the weary traveler,
Burdened by my load.
Marching steadily onward,
On the path, I'm told.

Time is the only essence,
That makes any sense to me.
It tells me that mine is not yet,
So for now I will just be...