..this..

Feeling like this
takes its toll.

swimming in thoughts
drowning in doubts

I wonder if this
is worth the stumbling.

and tumbling
and crumbling
and bumbling

But I can't help but feel
like it has to be done.

fierce, intense,
passionate, mouse

Perhaps eventually
there will be a numbing

and I won't feel this

anymore

.

Chariots

Change these tired chores
To crimson bubbling shores
And taste the bitter blood
That rapes my salt.

Take this tattered shell
And crush it into hell
Just tell me that the flood
Is not my fault.

Wind that weary road
To the corners of your soul
And clear the stagnate dust
You have ignored.

Chimes of hollow apple trees
Ringing along the sour seas
Never tasting trust
At the core.

Dimly Lit

I grow cold in the vicinity of your darkness.
I grow complacent under the weight of your troubled spirit.

My fair skin has been singed by your fury
And is now thick with time.

This light once shined across the ocean.
And now dimly lights the room within I sit

And still you want to warm your distant, empty pit
With what little radiance I have left.

But I won’t burn for you anymore.
And I won’t wait for you anymore.

The same voice that tames me
Enrages my spirit into turmoil and grief.

I cannot help but wonder if there is a voice
That merely offers solace without requirements of debt

And as unrestricted offerings fail to endure
Unexpected settlements fail to ever begin.

We Go From Here

My length and my width shake me.
Something has happened.

I snap back like that rubber band.
And my eyes shine.

I stare into the dead air.
Astonished.

I take only the time I have
And I long for more.

"Where do we go from here?"
She asked the rustling leaves.

Into the sky, of course
And each step becomes stronger.

Don't trouble the past.
It is tired and must rest.

Then we fall forward, foolishly
Because we run so fast

As to not lose sight
Of that shooting star.

Where do we go?
We go from here.

We go together.