Much like a slate that's been erased,
A darkened screen, black and empty,
A book with all its pages blanked,
Inside myself, I roam blindly

Within this void I call a mind,
The depth of which might be endless.
For what am I hoping to find?
Why I still search through this abyss

Seems futile since this fog is dense,
And it's not soon being lifted.
Why must I endure this penance?
For how long have I just drifted

Amongst shadows clouding all that
Resides in this cavernous pit?
I feel like a scurrying rat,
Yet I can't stop, I mustn't quit.

If I'm to escape this labyrinth,
Then I will not discontinue;
Why this mind of mine feels absent,
I'm sure to find some kind of clue

That could reveal the hidden truth
Behind this enigmatic veil.
I'll try to persist as this sleuth,
And keep following this ****** tale.

Perhaps its end will soon draw near,
I grow sick of chasing after
These leads of which I often hear
All ending with a disaster.

I yearn for the soonest moment
I can consider myself free.
After all this time I had spent,
All I'd want to finally see
Are the walls of this containment
Start to shatter all around me,
Putting an end to my lament:
 A glorious day, it would be.

Blackened skies spit the whitest snow,
Accumulating just below,
Forming mountainous heaps quite large
Which townsfolk often disparage.

Many will view this time of year
As a reason to feel great fear
of troublesome tribulation,
Yet I have a fascination

With all the atmospheric glow
In this scenery that still grows.
I admire how these sights forge.
There's beauty in Winter galore.

I don't dread how this weather nears,
How Winter's head's about to rear.
True, it tests our constitution.
By Spring, we'll have retribution.

Though I walk through
The valley of the shadow
Of death, I'll fear no evil,
For it lies within myself
As well, and is often embraced.

I still hold a light of my own,
But avoid ignoring the dark.
Instead, it's greeted all the same.
I refuse to just overlook
This part found inside myself.

For every shadow casted,
There's light shining behind it.
Both of them can't even exist
Without each other's presence.
They depend upon the opposite.

And death is but an essential
Part of any possible life.
It mustn't be feared, seeing as
The gift of life can't be bestowed
Without receiving its predecessor.

Life must be cherished
Despite these burdens
That seem to perish
Any happiness

That could've been lost
When paying the cost
of feeling a pain
So wickedly intense.

You must remain strong,
You've gone for this long
When so much has churned
Within your pained heart, so dense.

Someday, you'll be free
of this brutally
Unfair curse of which
Nothing is worse;
Someday soon, you'll see.

Every single one of your thoughts
Links to yet another,
and every one you choose to have
Determines the very future.

The constant flow of all these thoughts
Can't be interrupted;
Even if a thought's not produced,
Another was constructed.

A simple law we might recall,
"For all actions, a reaction".
All thoughts create the next event,
Even all that time you spent

Pondering on what you should do
Molds the future's shape.
If this supposition would prove true,
Then what is our escape?

One solution is quite clear:
If the mind makes all these thoughts,
Then its death is what can halt
Further additions to the chain

Which is all that could sustain
You as life kept going.
Without a thought to keep a train,
Then all you knew becomes nothing.

Some claim the future
Is somehow predetermined,
Yet we have freewill?

Hear Earth's music, all that listen,
Witness its mighty performance.
Indulge in the brilliance of its show,
Leaving one feeling much suspense

At the fires brimming deep within
A towering and cavernous mountain,
At its vastly expanding bodies and
Pools of crystalline water, blue and green,

The towering, colossus lumber
Flourishing throughout the land,
The beaches, with an infinite
Number of specks we've named sand.

Yet none mustn't ever forget
Our moon's ascent, how our sun sets,
The cyclic continuance of both,
And how they contribute to our growth.

This world's nature, ancient and grand,
Needs not much to understand
Its display is enough to convey
With or without us, it needn't count its days,

For Mother Earth, forged from the stars,
Has traveled heavily, wide and far,
Its age exceeds all mortal lives
That scour the surface, and still thrive.

Older than man and creature alike,
Besting all rocks of space it strikes.
Though it may seem everlasting,
Sadly, that thought is met with contrasting;

This wildly microscopic planet
Is a mere grain of nothingness
When compared to its containment:
Our surrounding universe
And its chaotically large abyss.

Life isn't meant to be painless.
Your past won't ever be stainless.
If you still want to reach the top,
The bottom's where you'll have to drop.

Often, the key to our success
Is through rigorous kinds of tests.
Trial and error is how you
Accomplish most of what you'll do.

For nobody can be perfect,
That much is what most can suspect.
The man that claims he's done no wrong
Is like a concert with no song.

Take this advice, it's quite alright
To make mistakes; keep up the fight!
The only time you truly lose
Is when you give up and choose to.

May you never
Face such horror
That is, for some,
Always in store.

You have no clue
What some will face.
You won't see it.
There is no trace.

Every day, they
Fight to survive.
Miraculous,
How they're alive.

Pain and torture's
What they endure.
You don't think so?
Well, rest assured

That you don't have
To think it's real.
You're still lucky
To never feel

Agonizing,
Woeful despair.
An unseen scar
Is what they wear.

You'll never know
Sickening pain.
For this dark blight
Creates disdain

For all of life
And to just be.
How do I know?
It lives in me.

I gaze upon this flaxen-haired,
Blue-eyed, fair lady.
She lights the spark for every flame
Burning deep in me.

Her peacefulness is humble.
Her charm, quite a delight!
I know no other like her.
She's a peculiar sight.

Lovely is this woman,
How she helps my weary soul.
Soon, she'll call herself my wife.
Set in motion are these goals.

Everything of which I dreamed,
I find hiding in her!
She's the only one for me:
Blue-eyed, flaxen-haired Debbie.

You have no clue how easily
Some are shattered, though plain to see.
Heightened sensitivity:
A gift and curse embedded in thee.

Feel more than you can tolerate,
Dwelling in feeling's what you hate.
Wallowing in this sordid state;
This pain won't seem to dissipate.

In this cold cell, you must confide,
But from yourself, how can you hide?
Inside your mind, you'll bide your time.
Feeling too much was your one crime.

Daybreak shining through the sky,
Lighting all to see;
Start your brand new day.

Shades of blue and red highlight
A grand, picturesque scene;
God, please show the way.

Infinite possibilities,
So much to both do and see.
Give today the chance it deserves,
Chances are you'll discover...

Charting for what's soon in store,
Won't be lead astray;
Need to finalize

My long and fruitful trip ahead;
Ending's what I dread,
But don't need to cry.

Journeys through this world anew,
Findings prove my goal is true.
Take the helm, I'll fret no more.
Seal my fate, open my door.

How heavily this burden weighs,
A conscience so riddled with guilt.
Nesting inside of you, it stays
To topple confidence you built.

Spreading through your festering heart,
Wreaking havoc within your mind,
Who knows where it stops or it starts?
Its source is what you won't soon find

If you still search in the same place
Where you always investigate.
You won't even catch any trace
Of this foulness you still create!

Run in circles, drive yourself mad,
It's a fate of your own doing.
Would it be changed if you still had
The chance to undo your choosings?

Autumn morning greets us here
In a town buzzing festively.
Through our windows, we can peer
At the sight of discolored leaves.

The wind whips past busy folk,
Bustled within the shopping square;
Coming home to fires they'll stoke.
Hopefully, today proved quite fair.

Small journeys in countryside
Can sooth your soul and calm your pain.
Peaceful are leisurely rides
As rooftops feel sprinkling rain.

Revel in the serene scene,
Winter will soon quickly arrive.
Breathe the crisp, cool air so clean.
It's a pleasure to be alive.

The inner machinations
Of one's imagination
Is quite a curiosity, indeed.

Even a speculation
About its operation
Proves its functionality, you see.

We have this fascination
With all its innovation
And how it's a peculiarity.

I felt the inspiration
For this poem's creation
Because of a spontaneity!

Still, its origination
Receives investigation
Which may continue infinitely

Without a hesitation
To find an explanation
Of what's actually imaginary.

Lashing winds strike the unprepared
In weather so unkind.
Frigid cold puts us in despair
As we frantically find

Our refuge from harsh conditions
Which we face every year.
Freezing chills raise our suspicions
Of hardships coming near.

May you bask in the warmth of home
And many hearty meals.
Hopefully, you'll not be alone
When chilly's how you feel.

An icy sun with frosty glows
Won't last forever, friend.
On the upcoming bloom of Spring,
You can surely depend.

Gentle is her hold,
Her fingers slightly pale and cold
As she rests them in a fold
When she peers outside.

Her mind, so vast and free;
Always searching inwardly,
She seems to wander endlessly
Through its vivid sights.

Flaxen hair and soft, blue eyes
Highlight a face too good to cry,
But still, I see you stiffly try
To cease how they shed.

A soul as pure as snow
Drifting to the ground below
From a sky that somehow knows
You're resting your head.