Poem: Terrified

I can see the stars, but they are not shinning.

Everything around me is going great, but I am not.

I am numb to the situation, expecting things to fail so I stop.

I do not let the happiness within come to life.

My joy can never be seen.

I work everyday and night just to make sure I feel alright.

There is not guarantee that this is real.

It could all be over with a blink.

Why am I so used to the hurt that joy also brings me pain?

Can I be healed?

That is why I do not give it my all.

I am terrified that the person looking in the mirror is doing okay.

I am terrified that the person is going to make it.

I am terrified to realize that person is me.

I guess I am just terrified.

Poem: The Mountain

Change is coming and the ride to the mountain is almost here.

The mountains are hiding the shadows that holds hope.

Fearing that love is washing away the things that holds power.

Love is no longer a battlefield.

It is a hill that I no longer want to climb.

The journey that I am taking is turning into a dream full of nightmares.

I thought I knew what I was doing.

Turns out I am still just this hopeless foul.

I keep trying to climb, but the mountain is getting steeper and steeper.

Should I turn around and go back to the things that I know?

This climb is not worth my mind.

The mountain is starting to become clear, but the picture no longer has me.

It no longer has my hopes and my dream.

The thing that holds my hand.

I think that it does not want me.

I am starting to think I no longer want it.

Poem: Goodnight

The darkness knows me all too well.

It is a story as old as time.

The light never finds me when I need to be seen.

The shadows hang out right beside me.

They cover me, when they used to guide me.

We have become a family.

One that no longer involves you and the things you bring.

At times it barely includes me.

This is not the answers I have search for.

I have lost track of the question, that brought me here.

I no longer look to light for hope.

It leads me back to you, and that is not fair to no one.

There are ways to make this right.

It just that the darkness treats me right.

I cannot go back to the pain that light always brings.

The stories can write themselves if they stay the same.

I have lost the faith that the wisdom tree brings.

The roots are still there, but branches are no longer my wings.

That is the end of my story.

That is all I have to say.

I think it is time for me to said goodnight.