Those beautiful eyes,
That once contained happiness,
Are now raging with anger,
Clearly displaying that the flame within you is now untamed,
Taking over as if it's your master and you are its puppet.
The cuts on your arm,
Match the ones on your heart,
Leaving scars of remembrance.
The shadows you now live in,
Consume the new you,
Gradually crushing the source of life........the pulse of what used to be.

I often wonder —

What is more painful:

to lose someone you once had,

                      or

to never have anyone to lose?

The house is getting on in years, I know it needs a few repairs,
And I won’t deny there’s dust in every room.

But still I cannot calm my fear they'll use The Bomb to sweep the
   stairs,
When really all that’s needed is a dustpan and a broom.

Being true of heart,
and pure in intention
will get you hurt,
and teach you lessons.

You must make room to accept
the freedom offered to you,
not by following fake rules
but only believing in its truth.

Hard to look in the eyes of others,
Hard to meet a single one.

One can’t—
Love shines bright, too bright to face.
Shy,
(The other might see it in your gaze)

One can’t—
Because all they see is hatred, too much to face
Loathed,
(The other see it on your face)

Baffling,
maddening.

Hard to look in the eyes of others,
Hard to meet a single one.

One can’t—
Because all they see is a rotten soul,
Cursed stain.
(The other leans in, wants to know.)

One can’t,
Because the other is too noble.
Too poor to claim.
(the other scoffs, doesn't want to know your name)

Perplexing,
Bewildering.

Hard to look in the eye of others,
Hard to meet a single one.

One can’t—
Because they respect,
Young,
(The other doesn't.)

One can’t—
Because they are guilty,
Griefed,
(The other is malice.)

Oh—
Dear,
The world is cruel
The world is frayed.

I searched everywhere.

Couldn't find anywhere.

Nowhere to be found.

I am lost.

Am I here for a purpose?

Do I really have a reason to be?

Why can't I see it?

Why doesn't it call me?