I wonder when I will be able to see even my hand in front of my eyes

Sitting here in an empty space waiting for the cobwebs to leave from my brain I only hear the clock ticking away the hours and minutes of each time wasted I see no silhouettes in these dark corridors He got through the wind and faced the calm When there were days he thought he couldn’t survive He had the wrinkles of much hardened times He had the greenest eyes you ever did seeīecause when he loved you, he did it best What if I could just fall into eternal darknessĪll I can do is reach out my unfamiliar handįor darkness has now been bestowed upon herĪnd the tears that I grieve to keep me sane I stood there with my life on the tip of my finger It leaned over thousands of miles of nowhereĪs if I could maybe one day reach the sky Was it tossed aside by the desire for the darkįly away from the broken pieces of the skyįly butterfly out into the colored nights Whatever happened to us walking gracefully? You are standing in the spot I recognize from yesterday Sometimes life moves on even though things stay the same Or is it covered by your ignorant smile and the sad eyes you hide from me Maybe you are separated by the one thing you need mostĪre my comforting words beckoning through the shadowed wall Will enjoy some of the poetry I bestow to you and find your own meaning in its words.įragile souls dancing slowly along my walls

One of my outlets is to write though and write poetry about experiences I have had or whatever is on the heart. Living most of my life with a mental illness has not been easy.

Underneath this pale moon sky