Crutch

There was an Old Man who was
labeled a scrooge.
One day he found his pride to be
a bit bruised.
Because for years the Old Man had walked
with a cane,
Always pointing his finger at
someone to blame.
When on this day he turned a corner
& fell,
To find without the cane, he could walk
Just as well!

A Shadow

An inseparable companion
Caused by the interception of light
A comparative darkness
That is crystal clear in hindsight
Like the soul dictates a person
A shadow’s bed is made
From dawn to dusk, its fate is thrust
into a merciless grave
For a shadow is dependent
On the laws of light
& It’s movement is restricted
To it’s suburbanite.
Its fleeting fate is understood
& yet it goes ignored
I wonder if the shadow could
End the misery it endures
Because as the day persists
Shadows continuously change
This lack of self must be felt
with a tremendous sense of pain
So as the shadow dwindles down
To the object it draws near
The entity becomes unbound
As night reclaims the hemisphere
Therefore, a life is worth the strife
The truth shall be unveiled
A shadow’s love for the night
Is one that will always prevail

Touched

When you find this,
I hope you can say
That I have touched,
your heart in someway

I know my actions,
do not contrive
The actual feelings,
I hold inside

So let me clear the air once & for all
I love everything about this life
Despite the disasters soon to befall

Away

It's probably time to run again.

How shall I plan my escape?

By sea, train, or plane?

All of which, a great topic for debate!

I just need to be gone, away from here.

Where the distance is near,

& life is revered.

Thoughts at Night

You left me at my weakest time

How dare you think to call me; mine

That time you beat me in the car

Audacity to act like life is hard?

Like I shouldn’t have jumped

out the window

What should I have done?

Stayed with a joke?

We were nothing, do not misblieve

Life with me would have been misery!

Runaway

You know I’m going to leave again
No matter how hard I try to stay
God bless the souls who take me back
…Fate is biologically engrained

So, for your sake, I will stay away
A need for attachment is one I lack
I was born & bred to runaway
BUT! Never presume I don’t look back!

Give A Word...

Haven’t you heard I’m a disappointment,
& that’s all I’ll ever be.
So, the best advice I can give to you
Is to stay away from me.