I’ve left that place

that nowhere else is like,

where the heart is still

alive, and beating hard.

It’s been a long while

since I felt whole

where I laid my head down.

It’s been a long time

since sleeping was just what you did

to start the next day.

I am losing sight.

Everything is dark with indifference,

and I am sick

of finding the night

in the middle of my days.

The emptiness of a dim-lit room

stands contrast to my crowded thoughts.

Is there anything good worth fighting for anymore?

9 Dec 2018
2

The cold can’t stay forever,

Spring’s gotta come sometime.

But

The snow melts in patches,

and sludge is all that’s left of good things in most places.

8 Dec 2018
2

I lay under a blanket made of darkness.

All I see, all day, is shade, and emptiness,

ugliness and rot through the core of sin-soiled souls,

But then I think of you

and the stars start glowing again,

and the ill-lit rooms

in my chest begin shining,

as my heart becomes a haven

for all the love I have shunned.

And all the compassion I had forsaken

becomes the cornerstone of my character.

You bring a brightness to the bleakest nights that makes the sun jealous.

8 Dec 2018
2

Nowhere to go

And I feel an emptiness inside

that won’t go away.

It gnaws when I’m alone

and doesn’t seem to fade.

What good is a bed

without anyone in it?

How can you build a home

without a love to keep it warm?

There’s no beauty in a storm that never ends,

and, as such, all sad people are set to suffer.

8 Dec 2018
2

I rest my head against your chest

listening to your restless heart.

I wish

against my better judgement

to be the bittersweet ending

of a sad love-song.

And I stayed

to watch the storm pass,

hoping to catch a wind

as fierce

as that which you sail by.

I sat down

in the flower bed

of your garden,

to see

if I could find a scent,

as sweet as you

Reset, restart.

Be still

my heart.

What blues

you sing,

dear old,

bleating heart?

What pain lurks around

to haunt you?

Memories are like heavy stones

trudged out from the river

where they should’ve been left to wither.

My soul,

she shines in the east,

and rests her head in my lap.

Blinded, I am consumed

by a presence, and

basking in the light

my worries close their eyes,

for good.