Lost

My sorrow remains unclimatic
As the pain simply fails to peak
Your joy dissolves into my heartache
A piece of you that refuses to fade.
There were days that I adored you
Idolized you as the sun
Found peace and comfort in you
Held on for much too long.
Swollen tears of frustration
Inconsistent heartbeats lost
Failed hopes and dreams adorn me
Reminders of my weakest part.

Butterfly Orgy

They swarm
A flutter of a thousand wings
Browns and golds colliding
A beautiful dance they weave
Screaming along in captivating silence
The mesmerizing sight unfolds
Bright and daring in the sun
And then meet a dismal fate
Windshield wipers make poor mates

Depression

You speak of your depression as though it is a disease
As though there is a cure for your misery.
You attempt to tell me that your sadness is yours,
Not mine.
That it is not my fault that I fail you over and over
Leaving you desiring a clean house,
Dinner made and on the table,
A wife, naked and willing on the bed.
Your depression is treated with pills,
Happiness in capsule form,
Viagra for your broken heart.
Depression is the mask you wear
As though your hatred for me
Can be easily disguised.

Muted

Six daggers of piercing silence
Each of them gifts from you
As you glare in hatred at me
And quietly pace the room
I have played the ace again
Expecting you to understand
To bow down in admiration
Expected you to comprehend
But my articulation falls heavy on defended ears
And hatred grows in hidden corners
Drowning out my muted tears

Twice Now

Twice now I have glanced upon your moonstruck cheek
And have noticed tiny streams of depression there
Adulterated hatred where I have no ground to stand
Teardrops showing frustration beyond what you can bear
Twice now I have glanced into your eyes
And have found no love lingering there
No loving thought for me
Your heart lost in your emotional affair
Twice now I have touched your heart
Only to find it cold and silent to my passion
The once renegade tempo quiet and steady
Angry and tortured without compassion
And twice now I have held my heavy heart
Felt its dying pulse between bloody fingers
And gingerly I have pushed it back inside
Believing it safe I now foolishly linger

Prophet Isaiah

Mommy, I’m sad and I don’t know why
Today I just want to lay in bed and cry
There’s this lump in my chest that wont go away
God won’t remove it even though I pray
And so the child lays down to rest
And I sit there tormented in my cloud of stress
Consumed in his bought of sadness still
Failing to understand his childish will
And slowly day turns into night
And I think that he will be alright
But then he says in his little whine
Mommy, I hope the kids will be fine
And I look at him in confusion ridden
Hoping my fears have remained hidden
And so I send him upstairs to get in his bed
Promising his fears are just in his head
And it took me awhile to gain insight
Sitting down to watch the news last night
Then I understood what he had talked about
The images I saw left little doubt
This little prophetic child of mine
Who had wept for these people before it was time

Plea to the Gods

Oh, madam Atropus why tempt me so
With visions of dreams come true
To tempt me with forgiveness known
And give me hopes anew
Silence Tyche, giver of tragedy
Of broken trusts like splintered rain
Filling me with failed dreams of clemency
Knowing dashed hope brings me so much pain
Leave me to my dark road dear Fates
Do not fill my head with forgiveness sought
Nothing but love will make this pain abate
Do not waste your time tying my heart in this knot

Jerk

Why do you fail to understand the biggest piece of me
Believing that my dreams will never be reality
You stood there and proclaimed to me
That nothing sucks as bad as poetry
I read you just a line or two
I thought that it would grow on you
But then you threw your childish fit
And called my work a piece of shit

Waiting for death

I spent my whole life waiting for death
I planned for him, I expected him, I dreamed of him
And when I was old and had lived my life
I locked myself in this tower and threw away the key
I prayed for death, so I could stop waiting
My hair grew gray, my bones grew weak
Death lurked in the shadows of darkness
But still he would not come
And then I decided to take my own life instead
Since death was not kind enough to come to me
I would come to him
I jumped from my tower and landed below 
But I felt no pain from the fatal fall
I returned to my tower to try again
For surely I had done something wrong
But as I reached the top of the tower I noticed my mistake
A skeleton sat in my old rocking chair
My skin and soul had left it long ago
I had spent so much time waiting for death
That in the end I had missed his visit

My final stand

My final stand against your adulthood has come and gone
Tomorrow you will be a king, and I will be a passing stranger
It seems that I am the only one acutely aware of this fact
That each strand of fallen hair
Represented a minute of your childhood lost
Tomorrow you will be an adult
But your golden threads you shed today
Will always be mine
Locked away in a hidden place
A piece of my baby that will not grow away