Poem: Life and

 Life has time, but not all of it is used wisely.

It runs away with the dust, but it always comes home at dawn.

Lifting the bridges to find all the monsters that lay beneath.

The trying to find the right path to keep everything guessing.

This is becoming a waste of time.

I will just leave you here.


Poem: Climb

The sun has come home, but the light is not here.

I want to see something that I have never seen.

A stream of love that is overshadow by fear.

Then I cannot believe that this is me.

Why do I live for the pain rather than run from the hope.

This is not the path I have chosen to walk.

This is the hill I must climb to see the stream that love flows.

I just do not know how long I can climb.

Night falls soon, and I am not sure what the dark holds.