Every waking hour.
Walking in my dreams.
To the lost and lonely souls.
To the hungry
Aching souls.
I send you love and light,
Hope and peace
From my lost and lonely soul.
From
My hungry
Aching
Soul.
Every waking hour.
Walking in my dreams.
To the lost and lonely souls.
To the hungry
Aching souls.
I send you love and light,
Hope and peace
From my lost and lonely soul.
From
My hungry
Aching
Soul.
This fire that burns inside.
This fluid that seeps from my veins.
This howling within my soul.
This nameless passion remains.
These thoughts, these words,
These emotions.
Scorching me from the inside out.
I pour them into the ink
Where they lie lifeless,
Smudged and soiled.
Cold
And motionless.
Emotionless.
Mocking me without a sound.
Ridiculing me
Without a
Doubt.
Clamouring and raging
To get out.
Every word
Battling ferociously
To get to the top
So as not to be
Forgotten.
Sing me a lullaby.
A soft
Peaceful lullaby.
Please don’t ask why.
Show me the sun
Before I become
Completely undone.
My soul is spent,
Twisted and bent.
So,
Softly
Play your melody
On my heart.
I’m here falling apart.
I just need to hear a
Lullaby.
A soft,
Sweet lullaby.
To lull me into slumber.
To help me dream again.
The stars,
They know you by name.
And the moon,
She dances to your song even as you sleep.
The tears.
I am my own comfort.
There is solace in the silence.
In the dark.
It is there that I lay
The ache bare.
Defenseless.
Solitaire.
My agony.
And when the bottomless torment
(Which has no name)
subsides,
I will wrap it up tight
And tuck it away.
Not to come out again until
It is too heavy and thorny
To carry in the quiet.
To love,
There is no known
Depth.
Not a single mind can perceive
A measurement of love.
Love is just that.
Love.
It cannot be weighed
Or laid out and measured
From end to end.
Yet the weight of its absence
Can bring a soul
To their
Knees.
Turn your heart to the sun.
Turn your tears into light.
We all live for the day.
We all stumble through the night.
You may believe you are alone,
But if you turn off the noise
And listen very close,
You will hear
Millions of other
Hearbeats
Searching for
Home.
Today is a day
Of battling demons.
They wait quietly
For the opportune moment.
The moment my guard is down
And my heart is open.
They,
With their steely
Black appendages.
Slowly creeping undetected.
Slithering
Into dark spaces.
With one abrupt move
They wrap their thorny tendrils
Around my heart.
My mind.
My spirit.
And drag me down into
Unfathomable depths.
The voices outnumbering me.
Outwitting me,
Until I become the silent one.
Choking on their insanity.
Reach in and tear out my guts.
Spew the depths of me onto the page.
I am bleeding
Past and present hurts,
Dreams
And joys.
All into
Mere
Words.
If only you knew
That each crack in my heart
Is truly a
Treacherous path
To my soul.