Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Random Thoughts



I was thinking of you today.
Of how I have entrapped you in my head
Now  Pandor's box wide open

how I would like to hear your voice,
or sit quietly, motionless, by your side,

Leaving again hurts so much
It feels like stepping out in the wilderness
The fates have closed in on me again

Shouldn't the soul of a man
be like an innocent child
trusting and loving
fearless and wild


but I know it's into a dark
and evil world we're born
where we're broken and beaten
ravaged and torn


so we build our defenses
and we wear the masks well
but when we're not looking
our haven becomes a hell


echoes of darkness
stir our fears
hopes and dreams
become shattered tears


and though we may long
with all our might
to leave the torment
of our long dark night


we are unfamiliar
with the bright hope of day
so, often, it's in darkness
that we choose to stay


how tragic no one
really understands
that when we allow fear
to close our hands


we'll never hold
what could have been
if we had dared
just once again


to open our hearts
and choose to trust


in the promise that's been placed
in front of us


what I'm saying is
you no longer have to hide
I'm right here
by your side


I have something
that will melt the chill
of the dark fears inside you
and help you heal
it's a scary thing
allowing our hearts to feel
reaching for something
not knowing if it's real


what if we try
and we're smashed to bits
sinking lower
to more hellish pits
but what if we try
and we do catch the dream...


is that hope in my eye,or is it just me?


Thoughts keep swirling in my head
Aching to land on some fertile land

I am so tired of not feeling
Of not allowing myself to express;
Of always hiding behind my "moral compass"

of enduring great pain for the sake of others

Am I responsible for others' happiness
or just mine

What if my compassion and empathy for others

in the larger scheme of things,

will cause all of us involved much worse pain and suffering


I am tired of not feeling real.
do you feel real?


Can we live lives of quite desperation in a cocoon,
indefinitely?

I want my wings...

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