Sometimes,
We do,
Things in the,
Dark that we so,
Desperately want people to see.

Summer fades to winter rain
A thousand fires beseech thy soul
But, still no warmth reminds me
Of days in the sun, when times were fair and pains, few and far between
Tears do fall into silent nights and the Moon with empathy to spare
Lights the way for one this night
A man no longer cares
Whispers softly from within, oh man of saddened heart does walk
On lonely paths, this Winters night
A chilled breeze, blows softly through my soul
Darkness mixed with silent teardrops
Can they forgive my sins
Of love to much and not enough
With liquor, a plenty within
I will sit and talk with sister moon
For she, knows where I've been.
Shannon Leckie/Shabby 2010©

There came a point,
Where he no longer feared.
The endless stream of violence,
They faced him with.