I Am Concerned

I am concerned,
for though the night has grown so old
that the day is growing young,
there still remains the stubborn darkness
outside my blinded window.

And though the clock has chimed the hour
where I'm safe from all my demons
I still bite my tongue and
still I wonder if this darkness
has not decided to stay.

A Fire in my Chest

I have the urge to strip my clothes off,
and leave them in a pile by the door.
Feet padding, I want to slip outdoors
and raise my hands up to the stars,
feel the cold rain upon my skin,
feel the goosebumps rise again.

I have the urge to close my eyes and cry,
let the warm tears run down my face
and mingle joyfully with the raindrops.
Mournful sky and I, we cry together
Until I turn around and peer inside
and see my family turn and hide.

Luck, Be A Lady

How bittersweet the moments
'tween our first breath and our last--
The smallest thorn a hole can rent,
release unwant'd ghosts of past.

For once your mind has wrapped around
the thought of something greater,
the world always comes crashing down--
you cannot help but hate Her.

The songs we sing, the joy we bring
is invariably fleeting
no matter who or what you are
it's Death you will be meeting.

Clasp hands but for a moment,
if you find love, don't let it go.
The smallest thorn a hole can rent--
what would have happened you can never know.